“Let me help you sit up.” She eased Kerrigan into a sitting position.

She blinked a few times to right her vision. She realized she was in an unfamiliar bedchamber. “Where am I?”

“Training quarters,” Valia said. “Your things were moved from the House of Dragons while you were gone, and Helly had you brought here for treatment.”

“Treatment?”

“Yeah. Helly said you might have some memory issues. I’ll let her explain. Try to drink some more water.”

“Okay.”

Valia disappeared, and another figure filled the doorway. Fordham looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Black bruises pushed against the skin under his bloodshot eyes. He was in days-old clothes, and his black hair was messy, as if he had perpetually run his hands through it.

“You made it.”

“Hey,” she muttered, taking another drink. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

Kerrigan shook her head. He sank into Valia’s unoccupied seat. “You tried to take the wall down, started screaming, and blacked out. I had Netta pick us up. We met Tieran and flew straight home.”

“Oh,” she said, fuzzy memories surfacing. “Did it work?”

He shot her a grim look. “It didn’t take the wall down, but it did create a break. Wynter could get her arm through it.”

“Gods,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“How did you do it?”

Kerrigan shrugged. “I don’t think that I did.”

Fordham frowned. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know.” She closed her eyes, wishing that she could explain it. Because now that she was thinking about it, the sensation of what had happened on that balcony all rushed back in. The way the magic had sensed her and then dropped belly deep into her magic, as if it was a life force. Then, the strange vision. She didn’t know if she should even mention that. Mei and Trulian and how she had decided to seal the monsters inside the mountain to save the world. It was just as the stories described it. Except it was one spiritcaster and not thirteen of the best magic users of the time. One girl had created that.

Could Kerrigan do something like that too?

“What are you doing to my patient?” Helly snapped, jarring them both.

“I was checking on her,” Fordham said.

“Out with you. You can see her when I’m finished. It’s the middle of the night. You should get rest.”

Fordham shot her a hollow look. As if he hadn’t slept since they flew away. But it had been the middle of the night when they left, and it was a three- or four-hour flight. It should have been at least dawn.

“What time is it?”

Helly frowned. “You have been asleep for a full day.”

“What?” she gasped. “But that means …”

“Training starts tomorrow,” Fordham said.