A smile crept onto his lips. "Where?" Rigel asked.
Lerna pointed back in the direction of her room.
"Lead us," he said, trusting her, trusting his mate.
"But it is a treacherous way and it is through the Crimson Peaks. At the present, a heavy blizzard is going on. Do you think we will be able to make it?" she asked, assessing the four fake Nyxers who had the capability of making so many of them unconscious.
Ileus came forward. "Tell us where it is, girl and we will try our best to get out that way!"
Lerna stared into the golden eyes of the man in front of her, as his illusion broke for a few seconds. "Who are you?" she asked in a low voice, mesmerized.
"There is plenty of time for introductions, Lerna, but right now I suggest that we get going."
