18 Seer's Trance"So what exactly are we looking for?" Robert looked back at Ali.The redhead gave a small sigh and looked at Will."Yeah, he's like this all the time," said the other girl, nodding."He's also a right pain in the--" Zane began, but the glare Will gave him made him change his mind.Ali rolled her eyes up into her head, thinking. "We are looking for an amber necklace."Robert paused. "Are you kidding me?" he said in disbelief. "We're going jewelry shopping?""Can I see?" Will said abruptly."How?" Russ asked.Will put out her hand. "If you'll let me, Ali, I'm just going to read Sage. So I know what we're looking for."Ali shifted
17 Another Message"I'm tired.""Don't care, Seth.""I'm tired too.""Great, Rob."The two glared at the back of Will's head as they rode throughout the dim light cast by the moon.They had fallen into a rhythm over the past two days. They rose with the sun and rode hard until night with only a few stops to rest the horses and eat. The shaggy creatures were bred to go all day nonstop."Will, maybe it is time to stop for tonight," Zane said reasonably. He and Will had long since made up after their fight, though his face was still a little flushed from where she'd punched him.Will sighed. "I guess I'm outvoted." She glanced at the map sitting across the
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