Thirty Nine

"They're.. wait, you mean now?!" Haden asked in shock, as Saxon waited no longer, immediately heading for the door. "Yes, now," he said impatiently, turning back to raise an eyebrow at the two of us, still standing there staring at him.

"Well?" Saxon asked, and we both reluctantly moved to follow him from his suite to the hallway. As he headed towards the stairs, I hesitated, glancing at Haden, and the doors to his room. He frowned at me, giving a small shake of his head.

"No, without Susanna, we wouldn't remember the way," he said gently, "We'd only get lost in all those twists and turns." I nodded, but was unconvinced, quite sure I could remember the exact route she'd taken. Still, I wasn't about to argue with him, especially with Saxon only growing more and more impatient.

We followed him downstairs and through the pack house, quickly enough that I had to jog every so often to keep up with his pace. A few people we passed looked as though they might stop him for something, but o