With a deep breath, I decided to call Macaron through our mind link. 'Macaron, can you travel to Aurélien right now? I need you to be my eyes—'
"How can I track the person if I don't know who they are?" he cut me off mid-thought, his voice a sassy chirp echoing in my head. I could practically picture his feathers fluffing in indignation from wherever he was napping back at the academy dorms.
'Don't worry, I've already put a tracking chip on her clothes,' I thought back, glancing down at my smartwatch. Sure enough, a red dot blinked steadily on the mini-map of Élirville, marking Annabelle's last position just a few streets over, the chip I'd slipped into her sleeve hem. 'Just update me when you're here so I can tell you where to go—'
Before I could finish the sentence, a soft pop of displaced air tickled my ear, and I felt a familiar weight settle on my left shoulder—warm, feathery, with tiny talons gripping my cloak just right to avoid pinching.
