Then I’ll change his mind, I said stubbornly.
And now that Iseult was staggering from the water beside the monk, she thought she saw tears falling from Evrane’s dark eyes.Are you all right? Safi asked, clutching Iseult’s shoulder and distracting her from Evrane.
Oh. Um… Iseult stretched her arm and honed in on the feel of the muscle, the roll of her joints. Yes. It does feel better. Her whole body felt better, in fact. Like she could run for miles or endure the worst of Habim’s drills.And now that she was focused on it, she found a strange, boundless joy rushing through her—almost in time to the waves against her calves. The wind gusting over the Well. The twirling happiness in Evrane’s Threads.I think, Iseult said, meeting Safi’s bright eyes and grinning, it’s all better now.
She has gone to shore, Aeduan said. He stood at the door to Leopold’s cabin—which was, surprisingly, no larger than his own. It was made smaller, though, by the prince’s trunks against the walls and by the dozens of colorfully bound epics strewn everywhere.Sunlight beamed over a single cot, on which Leopold groggily propped himself up. Who has done what, Monk?
The girl called Safiya has gone to shore, and now your ship sails too far east—
Leopold burst out of bed, blankets flying. Why are you telling me this? Tell the captain! No … I’ll tell the captain. Leopold stopped, gaze dropping to his night robe. Actually, I shall dress and then tell the captain.Most of the kids had been in the program long enough to hone their bodies for Ops at the same time they were trying to sharpen their Psi skills. It meant weightlifting and cardio every other day, with self-defense, kickboxing, and weapons training thrown into the mix for variety. When you’re working that hard, you’re focusing on every movement your body is making, trying to train each and every muscle to be as sharp as a knife. You get out of your head for a little while.
There had been a window of time when it had all come together for me—I’d been strong, mentally and physically, and more than a little driven to see each Op through. And somehow, in the process of looking for Liam, I’d managed to lose that piece of myself. I’d let the doubt back in, the insecurity. I’d lost control of myself.I want to be pushed harder than the instructors worked us, I told him. I can’t keep falling apart and waiting for everyone around me to put the broken pieces back together. I want to take care of everyone.
Cole held up his hands. I get it.You don’t, I said, hating the edge of desperation in my voice. It’s like every time I turn a corner, I find myself right back in that tunnel with all the walls collapsing, and it feels like—