I nodded again, at a loss for words. My heart beat at a gallop, my palms turning sweaty. Water—I wished Id had some water. My mouth had gone bone-dry.
Elain studied the trees ahead. Nesta did. I just stabbed him.Lucien seemed to fumble for a response, but I said to him, So where now? Off with Vassa? I wondered if hed heard of Tamlins role—the help hed given us. A look at my friend showed me he had. Someone, perhaps my mate, had informed him.
Lucien shrugged. First—here. To help. Then … Another glance at Elain. Who knows?I nudged Elain, who blinked at me, then blurted, You could come to Velaris.He saw all of it, but nodded graciously. It would be my pleasure.
As we strode back to the camp, Lucien told us of his time away—how hed hunted for Vassa, how hed found her already with my father, an army marching westward. How Miryam and Drakon had found them on their own journey to help us.I was still mulling over all he said when I slipped into my tent to finally change out of my leathers, leaving him and Elain to go find a place to wash up. And talk—perhaps.
But as I strode through the flaps, sound greeted me within—talking. Many voices, one of them belonging to my mate.
I got one step inside and knew I wouldnt be changing my clothes anytime soon.Your guts were hanging out, you stupid prick, Rhys snapped. Az held them in for you.
Indeed, the shadowsingers hands were caked in blood—Cassians blood. And his face … cold with—anger.Im a soldier, Cassian said flatly. Its part of the job.
I gave you an order to wait, Rhys growled. You ignored it.I glanced to Mor, to Azriel—a silent question of whether we should remain. They were too busy watching Rhys and Cassian to notice.