Wicked Path (The Daath Chronicles Book 2)

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then again, Beckett wasn’t one to gossip.
    Walking in front of me, he navigated around the dock boys who hauled barrels of fish off the docks.
    “Why don’t you take me on the next run?” I asked, smiling and swinging the basket. “Then we won’t have to bother Grandfather.”
    “Maybe next time.”
    “He mentioned a new adventure. One he needed a map for.”
    “A conversation better had away from here,” Beckett said, guiding me off the busy docks.
    “Please talk him out of this,” I asked in a hushed tone. “What if The Order finds out he hired a diver? They’ll take him away.”
    “I’ll keep him safe.” He placed his hand over mine. “Trust me.”
    Grandfather was like a father to Beckett. “I don’t understand why he chases this myth.”
    “What if it’s true?”
    “Huh?”
    Beckett’s voice lowered. “If the gem really can control the seas, do you know what kind of power that is? We would be able to travel farther than ever, even the eastern shores.”
    Daath.
    Lucino had told me his secret to navigating the strange eastern waters. He had a device that allowed him safe passage. No one else but his people had access to that side, a reason the thirteenth land had remained hidden for so long.
    What if Lucino had already found the eye, and now one of his servants or Lucy had the gem?
    Beckett patted my hand. “Don’t worry, Jeslyn,” His voice brought me back to our conversation. “Harold is a good man. If we find the blue eye, we’ll protect it.”
    How could two sailors protect such a treasure from The Order and any other powerful man who wanted it?
    “You have a good night.” He tipped his wide hat and strolled back to the boat, ending our conversation.
    Trust me,
he’d said.
    I hoped I could.



he higher we climbed, the more my body worked. My lungs burned with each inhalation, tightening and threatening to give up. The thin air sucked the energy out of our steps, making us walk in silence. One moment we’d be walking in beautiful sunshine, then rain would drop in buckets, drenching our clothes. Wind whipped from different sides, forcing tears out of my eyes and sending blasts of cold air through me.
    I expected to see signs of Lucy, but two days into the journey, there was still nothing. I kept thinking I overreacted, but she attacked. Was she playing with us? Was she playing with me?
    Raven hiked ahead, quiet and focused. She hadn’t complained about the harsh weather or sleeping in the cold, and I found strength in her determination to push forward. She was tougher than most of the boys back home.
    Cael stopped at a tree, or what I thought was a tree until he put his hand through the wood.
    “What are you doing?” I walked closer to better see him. The wood rippled until part of the tree vanished, revealing a hidden door which he opened by pushing inward.
    “We’ll need these to cross the glacier,” he said, ignoring my question.
    Was that magic?
    He took out three metal poles.
    “What do we do with these?” Raven grabbed a pole and stabbed the ground.
    “Up ahead is a glacier. Snow covers deep crevices. Use the pole to test the area in front of you. We’ll go slowly so that no one falls through.”
    Cael took the lead once more, poking the ground before every step. None of us spoke as we trekked across the desolate glacier. My mind taunted me with visions of Raven falling through the cracks.
    Cael still hadn’t explained how he was involved with The Order, and for that, I didn’t trust him.
    Raven didn’t talk much about her past. After the two months we’d spent together, I still didn’t know anything about her childhood. I began to doubt my decision to let her open up when she was ready. Too many questions remained unanswered.
    “Everyone good?” Cael stopped to take a drink.
    Raven nodded and pulled out her canteen, gulping away half of the water. “How much farther?”
    The suns had begun their descent, which meant this mountaintop would get even colder,

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