This is a very short chapter, I know, but its bigger brother is going to follow later this day. Only three chapters left before this book ends!
Arya jolted at the disturbance. Scrambling on her feet, she dusted off her tunic nervously, eyeing the man who appeared in front of her out of thing air.
It was Eragon. He teleported in front of the same rock wall where he previously disappeared. And he seemed to be alone. Where was Angela?
Arya knew they had been deceived. It wasn't the tomes that helped Angela find her way. She always seemed to know where to go, what to find. The way they stumbled upon the Rock of Kuthian puzzled Arya at first, but it was now clear. No tome had helped Angela. She knew precisely where it was.
Strange growls roused Arya's attention. One belonged to Solembum. The other was similar, but somewhat softer.
Another werecat—one that Arya did not recognize—circled him impatiently, brushing her head and body against him enticingly. The same behavior Arya witnessed at the Rock of Kuthian repeated itself. Only that this time, it barely lasted. When the tawny werecat dropped on her belly in front of Solembum, he mounted her.
Amidst the purring and soft growls, Arya merely stood, watching the two werecats that mated in front of her.