Chapters (51)
Agnes looked too shocked for words, which was exactly how Leo felt. Eneas was rubbing his eyes as if that would somehow help make sense of what had just happened, and Matthias wore an expression of horror. Hektor looked like he was going to be sick. The spear clattered to the ground as the other Misarros released their captives, staring numbly at the spot where Ambrosine vanished. Vada rushed to Agnes’s side.
“She’s . . . gone,” Agnes said, her breath hitching in her throat as Vada held her. There was another loud boom and this time the wall shook, sending chips of rose stone down into the courtyard. Ambrosine may be gone but the Renalt was still very much here and very much a danger to Sera. She could not lose this chance to return home.
“You’ve got to go,” Leo said, finding his voice at last and turning to her. The words tore at his throat on their way out but he swallowed down the pain. “You’ve got to get back to your city.”
“I can’t just . . . leave you,” Sera said, looking helpless and torn.
“You can’t stay here,” Agnes said. “You can’t let the Renalt get her hands on you. You’ve got to go home, Sera.”
Sera blinked and a tear fell on her cheek, glittering like a star. “But—”
Another blast from the cannon and this time it found its mark. A whole section of the wall crumbled, causing the Misarros to run for cover.
“Sera, go!” Leo cried. “Go home!”
Sera gripped the moonstone pendant in one hand. Her face was tender as she looked at him—he wanted to tell her how much he would miss her, how much she had changed his life, but the words wouldn’t come. Sera pressed her lips together, another tear following the first.
There were two brilliant flashes of light.
And when Leo looked again, Sera and Leela were gone.
34
Sera
SHE’D WANTED TO SAY GOODBYE.
When Sera had gripped the moonstone, she’d felt her heart pulled apart, her mind in knots. Leo was right, there was danger on Braxos and she needed to go, but the thought of leaving him made her chest ache and her lungs shrivel. Besides, she didn’t know how to get home—Wyllin had said it was about intention, but Sera didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
But it seemed her moonstone remembered—it went cold in her hand and suddenly the thought of her City became bright and writhing inside her, and she could see it as clearly as if she’d called up a memory. She could see the banks of the Great Estuary and the glow of the moonflower fields, could hear the buzzing of the bees in the Apiary and smell the rich fruits of the orchards.