Footsteps carried to us. Caedryn’s males have been searching us.

“Now we have to go,” Kenrik mentioned. “You retain shifting till you’re far-off. Do you perceive?”

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“Swear it.”

I whimpered. I may need saved Kenrik’s life, however he was doing greater than I might ever repay. “I swear.”

I fumbled with the stone on my neck. “It’s best to take my dragon stone. Seren can fly you residence. She would possibly reply you. She hasn’t answered my cries. I worry I’ve destroyed our friendship. I’ve betrayed my bond as a guardian.”

“I’m not taking your stone. You name Seren. She’ll come to you. She will be able to fly you far-off.”

I shook my head. “Go to Gorlassar. Demand to talk with the Excessive Emrys. She is going to know the way that will help you.” I lifted the stone from my neck and draped it round his. Earlier than my hand pulled away from the stone, I mentioned, I’m sorry, Seren.

“I believed you mentioned mortals aren’t allowed in Gorlassar.”

“It’s your solely hope! You could attempt. Combat your method in. Seren will assist you. In addition to, you carry all my mild. You’re so removed from corrupted that you just’re a shining star. You have got confirmed your value. You’re nobler than any individual, human or emrys, I’ve ever met.”

He pulled me into his arms. “Stars, Niawen, I really like you. I’ll love you eternally. Oh, rattling all of it!” His mouth fell on mine in a desperately hungry kiss.

I tasted heartbreak.

I returned Kenrik’s kiss with each want that Deian would hold him protected.

SIXTY-EIGHT

Darkish, excessive partitions of bark entombed me. I used to be blind as I ran. I possessed no mild to pierce the gloom.

I can’t see!

I had nobody. No mild to forged an orb. No bond. No dragon.

I used to be within the woods. A dreary forest. Huge timber—gigantic timber—impossibly massive partitions of timber I couldn’t see an finish to.

I used to be chilly. I shivered violently.

I had no mild! No mild to heat myself.

How did mortals survive wrapped in cumbersome fabric? How did they fumble round with lanterns?

I’m not mortal. I’m not mortal.

I couldn’t be.

I stumbled. I fell. I ran out of breath.

My abdomen turned. I vomited. I shoved snow into my mouth and washed the bile style away.

I used to be scratched. My fingertips bled from scraping alongside the bark.

I had by no means bled for thus lengthy. I might scent the odor. Scent was the one sense that accosted me, that advised me I used to be nonetheless alive.

My pores and skin was numb. I couldn’t hear something by the thick of the timber. They reached tons of of ft into the air and obscured the sky and the moon. No stars to inform me my vibrant star—Kenrik—was protected.

Why’d I provide you with my mild?

I used to be positive he was cursing my existence.

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