Something warm and hard gripped her left hand, and after a moment she realized it was Jager’s hand. Apparently the Gray Knight had not killed her after all.Mara could not imagine why. She heard the soulcatcher’s compelling, moaning hum, just at the edge of her awareness. And new songs, too, melodious and beautiful and terrible. After a moment she opened her eyes and winced at the light. It was morning, the sky blue overhead, the branches of the trees rustling in a mild wind.“You’re awake,” said Jager. Mara sat up, her headache worsening. Jager’s arm coiled around her waist, helping her to sit.She blinked a few times and saw the others staring at her.Kharlacht, Gavin, and Caius all had their weapons in hand. White fire glimmered and played around Calliande’s fingers as she held a spell ready. Morigna’s bow rested in her right hand, a string set to the arrow. Only Ridmark did not seem tense. “Oh, good,” said Mara. Her voice was unsteady. “What, might I ask,”
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