Their intercourse was brief, the figures’ flashing hands and veiled faces making it impossible for Rhian to understand. Had they decided to help her? Or were they still exchanging pleasantries or discussing the weather? Hands lowering, her guide abruptly spun, tobacco-colored skirts swirling around her thighs, and strode towards her.
“Have they seen him?” Rhian asked.
Tae shook her head and handed back the worn postcard with Tomas’ picture carefully glued to the front. “No, but they’ll allow us to enter the Dark Lady’s Gate.”
Rhian swallowed. She’d hoped Tomas was here, not lost somewhere below.
“Do we continue?”