But instead of falling, she channeled her disbelief into anger. “No,” she said pointing at Hark. “You’re injured. You’ve been abused. That can’t be true. She’s alive.” Orla’s face was edged with sympathy, but she was too concerned about Hark to offer the reassurance Avyi needed. She turned instead to Mal. His lovely mouth was pinched into a frown that deepened to encompass his entire face. “When have you ever been wrong?” he asked quietly. “About something this important? Never.” “And there’s no chance something we’ve done could’ve changed what you’ve seen for so many years?” Avyi shook her head. She didn’t want to consider it, even though her contradictory visions about Mal’s future made her less than certain. What special sort of hell is this gift? She couldn’t trust anything that had once been true. The only thing she knew to do was to keep looking. Her faith in the Dragon had sustained her through decades of suffering. Without that faith, she had nothing else.
