Sage glanced up at the sign. Le Carla with an arrow pointing north. Another arrow pointed down the perpendicular road with a word beneath it. She tried to sound it out quietly, but the first two letters together were throwing her off.E-A. “What is this word?” she asked Marcus, staring at the sign.
Marcus paused and looked back at her, following her gaze to the sign. “East.”
“East,” she repeated.Last to first.The final two letters in last, first, and east wereS-T.What if they were wrong? What if the word wasn’t last? What if it was east?
Excitement left her breathless. “Marcus,” she called.
He stopped and turned to her.
“What if this book is not about treasure? What if it’s directions?”
Marcus glanced at the sign and then at Sage. His face was resolute and stoic. “It doesn’t matter. It will have to be good enough that I retrieved the book for Guillume. I am not going to decode it.”
