Mia was talking quietly with her grandfather to pass the time until the rain stopped. She sat next to Ford, having taken his hand quietly after he fell asleep.
To help replenish her magic more quickly, of course. Not just to assure herself that he was all right.
Who was she fooling, anymore? Herself? Barely.
Her father and grandfather? Unlikely.
Her aunt? Absolutely not at all, judging from Anaisa's knowing glances.
Maybe Daniel. If she were lucky.
But holding Ford's hand did give her the comfort she needed right now. When she looked for the monsters, they were almost directly overhead, which either meant that the humans were now very close to the top of the cliff, or the monsters had chosen to lurk on a shelf directly above them.
Would the heavy creatures, gathered in one place, prove too much for the chalky stone to support?
