Well, Darna wouldn’t do anything more for the Cereans ever again, that much she was sure of. She vowed it, from her not-very sheltered spot under a narrow overhang in the alley. Poor dragon-blind Elna just shivered and hid from the rain, too uncertain of Darna’s mood to stay close, in the best sheltered spot.
“We’ve got to hide out,” Darna said. At least, she needed to hide out, from the watch, from the Cereans, from the prince of Tiadun, and even from Anara. That meant no going back to the bridge, no talking to anyone, because Iola would tell Anara, and that would be the end of her.
“Where do you sleep?” Darna asked Elna.
Elna hunched her shoulders and stepped out into the rain. Darna followed. They snuck all the way across the muddy, rain-dimmed city to the bleak holes of the potters’
