Chapter 70

She saw the day Ford taught her to shoot an arrow. She saw his happiness, her dexterity, the green wood of the newly cut arrow still bleeding sap on the weathered bow she had used.

She saw the first time she met Airk Ranon. She saw how tightly she’d been tied to the tree and how still the Maelnords were in their blood-soaked blankets. Airk was a black knight in inky armor, creeping silently through the shadows, a nightmarish apparition with a gleaming dagger in hand.

Then the scene wavered and faded, replaced with a smiling youth. Kitt, the pirate-boy they’d rescued. Such a lovely child—who would look after him now?

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A frown crossed Shaela’s face, and Jaelin sighed. It was the first sign of life her sister had shown since the demon attack. A frown meant she was thinking of something, and might soon wake. The welts on her skin had faded and her wounds were healing, but Shaela still hadn’t opened her eyes.