"Every... left turn?" Emily stared at him, a fresh wave of disbelief washing over her. She had been following him, her heart in her throat, carefully placing her feet where he had, believing he was navigating some complex, memorized path. And he was just... taking every left turn?
"You can't be serious," she said, her voice a hoarse, disbelieving whisper. "That's... that's insane. That's not a strategy, that's... a prayer."
"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" Caelan shot back, a smirk playing on his lips. "You can get through every maze if you just always turn left." He winked at her. "It's just a matter of patience."
She just stared at him.
That was completely wrong.
She was certain that was wrong.
That was at best 'how not to get lost'.
And yet she'd been dealing with fae so long it didn't even sound as insane as it should. It just sounded...
Stupid.
"You are a complete and utter idiot." She finally managed.
