Chapters (41)
- Cover
- About the Book
- Title Page
- Praise for Lynette Noni
- By Lynette Noni
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Acknowledgments
- Author Biography
- Author Photo
Her use of “please” again worries me, since in our short acquaintance, she’s never shown such a level of civility toward us. But more than that, I’m struck silent by the glow that is now breaking into the darkness, a glow that seems to be coming from Arryn. It’s only slight, just enough to reveal that she’s come to a stop and her eyes are closed, her lips moving almost soundlessly.
Cami and I both pause before her, waiting, wondering.
Finally, Arryn’s lips stop moving as she opens her eyes again, and all goes dark around us once more.
“Okay, we’re good,” she says into the blackness.
“Good for what?” Cami asks, exasperated. “What are we doing here? I tried to explore this tunnel a few days ago, but I was told it’s a dead end, that it’s caved in and goes nowhere.”
“It is caved in,” Arryn says.
In the darkness, I can’t see her face, so there’s no way to read her expression and see if she’s just messing with us, if she’s been messing with us all along.
I have to shield my face when a flashlight is switched on, the beam so bright that it hurts my eyes. After a few blinks, I can see why we’ve stopped here: the path is indeed blocked by heavy boulders and rocky debris.
“How is this our exit?” I say, staring at the mess in front of us.
“First things first,” Arryn says, not answering me. With her free hand, she touches Cami’s bare forearm, before swiveling toward me and laying her fingers against my cheek.
Startled, I instinctively pull back, but she’s fast enough to stay with me as she quickly says just one word: “Heal.”
Light flashes around us and I feel a trickle of warmth flow through my body. All my aches fade, last night’s cuts and scratches vanishing in seconds. I don’t have to test my leg to know that it, too, has been completely healed, the wound sealed and throbbing no more.
I stagger backward, but she’s already removed her hand from my skin.
“What the hell, Arryn?” I demand.
“I know you wanted your wounds to serve as a reminder to fuel your fire or whatever,” Arryn says dismissively, “but for what we’re going to attempt today, you need to be at full strength. There’s too much at stake for you to go limping into Lengard like a war veteran—we can’t risk your injuries causing any kind of fatigue or weakness.”
I’m seething, unable to form words. The fact that I know she’s right only makes me angrier, because regardless of that, it still should have been my decision.
“You have the same ability as me?” Cami asks, breathless. “I’ve never met another healer.”
“I’m not a healer,” Arryn says.