Bab 275: Chapter 275: Tracking Sassafras

It didn't take Galleytrot long to hone in on Rosetta's scent. I was just grateful the Chosen had overlooked the fact the big dog could track her.

Idiots.

The Sidhe hound, Sunny and I crouched at last behind a clump of musty-smelling bushes, gazes locked on the dilapidated old hip-roof barn at the edge of the field. I stuffed down a sneeze as the rising breeze threw the scent of decaying grass our way. Faint light, flickering like fire, showed through the cracks in the warping wood structure.

Fire. That made me very nervous. Especially considering the Chosen of the Light liked to use fire to cleanse those they deemed evil and unclean. Sassafras most likely fit their bill.

I'd been on the receiving end of their not-so-gentle ministrations, tied ruthlessly to a wooden stake and set to flames, so I could only imagine my friend was about to face the same fate if we didn't act.