Chapter TwelveHer dive bowled them all to the ground. Meghan covered her head against the fire from the Guardian’s guns. When nothing happened, she looked up. The maze. This time the cool stone welcomed her as the directionless light rose about them.
“What in the name of the Order were ye doing?”
Landau stood over her in a clear rage.
She swallowed hard. She was alive. And was almost sick with how close it had been. Her hands started shaking and she pulled her knees up into a tight hug.
“The Watcher. I had to leave some sign that we were actually here. They might have killed her for forcing them to come to Iona if there was no indication that we’d been here.”
“What did ye do?”
“I left a shelf marker,” she picked up the diary and showed the empty pocket at the back. “With a date on it
