Chapter Twenty-Eight
The Lost Palace of Irizeth was a spectacle that Chloe had never in her life expected to experience. Guided by Finley, she navigated her way around the massive underground dwelling, unable to believe there were several levels on which the sherikans lived.
“The top level is mostly for entertaining,” Finley said, waving a clawed hand around a room filled with strange-looking musical instruments. “It saves us having to bring visitors far when they come down, and keeps those who are sleeping or resting out of the way of guests. Sherikans can be a grumpy race when they’re tired.”
“Do you get a lot of visitors?” Chloe asked.
Finley’s face went blank. “Not so many these days, I’ll be honest. The desert doesn’t attract a lot of people nowadays. They can’t stand the heat, se
