Hope surged inside Belialthorn. There's a way?
"Tell me," Belialthorn demanded. He hadn't seen or he didn't mind the troubling tone Kat had used.
Kat narrowed her eyes. "It's a very hard way...I don't know."
Greylord looked at Kat. "Which way?....you don't mean THAT?"
Kat shrugged. "That was the only way I could think of."
"Then no." Greylord with flat coldness.
Belialthorn had been following their conversation. The hope in him dying little by little as Kat and Greylord argued between themselves.
"Why?" Belialthorn cut in Between the two. "Which way are you talking about?"
"Don't mind, Thorn," Greylord growled. "You won't be going there so there's no need to bother yourself."
"Go where exactly?" Belialthorn demanded.
