My feet rose. And rose. And rose.
The hound leaped after me.
“Bank!”
I threw my body sideways, wings swinging me wide. The rising dawn and drop and sky tilted and spun before I evened out.
I looked behind to see that naga-hound snap at where my heels had been. And then plunge down, down, down into the ravine and river below.
The king fired again, the arrow tipped with glimmering amethyst power. Azriel’s shield held—barely. Whatever magic the king had wrapped around it—Azriel grunted in pain.
But he snarled, “Fly,” and I veered toward the way I’d come, back trembling with the effort to keep my body upright. Azriel turned, the girl moaning in terror as he lost a few feet to the sky—before he leveled out and soared beside me.
The king barked a command, and a barrage of arrows arced up from the camp—rained down upon us.
Azriel’s shield buckled, but held solid. I flapped my wings, back shrieking.
I pressed a hand to my wound, just as the wards pushed against me. Pushed as if they tried and tried to contain me, to hold Azriel where he now flapped like hell against them, blood spraying from those wounded wings, sliding down his shredded back—
I unleashed a flare of Helion’s white light. Burning, singeing, melting.
A hole ripped through the wards. Barely wide enough.
We didn’t hesitate as we sailed through, as I gasped for breath. But I looked back. Just once.
Tamlin was surrounded by the hounds. Bleeding, panting, still in that beast form.
The king was perhaps thirty feet away, livid—utterly livid as he beheld the hole I’d again ripped through his wards. Tamlin made the most of his distraction.
He did not glance toward us as he made a break for the cliff edge.
He leaped far—far and wide. Farther than any beast or Fae should be able to. That wind he’d sent my way now bolstering him, guiding him toward that hole we’d swept through.
Tamlin cleared it and winnowed away, still not looking at me as I gripped Azriel’s hand and we vanished as well.
Azriel’s power gave out on the outskirts of our camp.
The girl, despite the burns and lashings on her moon-white skin, was able to walk.
The gray light of morning had broken over the world, mist clinging to our ankles as we headed into that camp, Azriel still cradling Elain to his chest. He dripped blood behind him the entire time—a trickle compared to the torrent that should be leaking out. Contained only by the patches of power he’d slapped on it. Help—he needed a healer immediately.
We both did. I pressed a hand against the wound in my shoulder to keep the bleeding minimal. The girl went so far as to even offer to use her lingering scraps of clothing to bind it.
I didn’t have the breath to explain that I was Fae, and there had been ash in my skin. I needed to see a healer before it set and sealed in any splinters. So I just asked for her name.
Briar, she said, her voice raw from screaming. Her name was Briar.
She did not seem to mind the mud that squelched under her feet and splattered her bare shins. She only gazed at the tents, the soldiers who stumbled out. One saw Azriel and shouted for a healer to hurry for the spymaster’s tent.
Rhys winnowed into our path before we’d made it past the first line of tents. His eyes went right to Azriel’s wings, then the wound in my shoulder, the paleness of my face. To Elain, then Briar.
“I couldn’t leave her,” I said, surprised to find my own voice raw.
Running steps approached, and then Nesta rounded a tent, skidding to a halt in the mud.
She let out a sob at the sight of Elain, still in Azriel’s arms. I’d never heard a sound like that from her. Not once.
She isn’t hurt, I said to her, into that chamber in her mind. Because words … I couldn’t form them.
Nesta broke into another sprint. I reached for Rhysand, his face taut as he stalked for us—
But Nesta got there first.
I swallowed my shout of pain as Nesta’s arms went around my neck and she embraced me so hard it snatched my breath away.
Her body shook—shook as she sobbed and said over and over and over, “Thank you.”
Rhys lunged for Azriel, taking Elain from him and gently setting my sister down. Azriel rasped, swaying on his feet, “We need Helion to get these chains off her.”
Yet Elain didn’t seem to notice them as she rose up on her toes and kissed the shadowsinger’s cheek. And then walked to me and Nesta, who pulled back long enough to survey Elain’s clean face, her clear eyes.
“We need to get you to Thesan,” Rhys said to Azriel. “Right now.”
Before I could turn back, Elain threw her arms around me. I did not remember when I began to cry as I felt those slender arms hold me, tight as steel.
I did not remember the healer who patched me up, or how Rhys bathed me. How I told him what happened with Jurian, and Tamlin, Nesta hovering around Elain as Helion came to remove her chains, cursing the king’s handiwork, even as he admired its quality.
But I did remember lying down on the bearskin rug once it was done. How I felt Elain’s slim body settle next to mine and curl into my side, careful not to touch the bandaged wound in my shoulder. I had not realized how cold I was until her warmth seeped into me.
A moment later, another warm body nestled on my left. Nesta’s scent drifted over me, fire and steel and unbending will.
Distantly, I heard Rhys usher everyone out—to join him in checking on Azriel, now under Thesan’s care.
I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then—back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room.
But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.
CHAPTER
66
Kallias and his army arrived by noon.
It was only the sound of it that woke me from where my sisters and I dozed on the floor. That, and a thought that clanged through me.
Tamlin.
His actions would cover Jurian’s betrayal. I had no doubt Tamlin hadn’t gone back to Hybern’s army after the meeting to betray us—but to play spy.
Though after last night … it was unlikely he’d get close to Hybern again. Not when the king himself had witnessed everything.
I didn’t know what to make of it.