One hundred and Nine.

Dex

It hadn’t taken me long to pick up his scent. What was worse is that his scent was already mixed with the smell of death and I was surprised none of the guards had picked up on it.

Following the scent, I head deep into the forest. To the place where the trees grow tall and hardly any sunlight breaks through.

There Jett was, hanging by his neck from the branch of a tree. His neck was already