𝔸 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙 (Book 2)

Forty-Six

My limbs felt like they might fall off as we winnowed through the world. My veins were filled lit with fire and even the smallest movement made me feel like I might just pass out. I didn't know if it was what I'd done to the Weaver that caused it or the fact she was draining the life from my very existence.

    The one thing that didn't make me feel like a complete idiot was the fact that the Bone Carver was right. That I had found the ring and gotten it back. Though I wasn't sure if even that was worth whatever I felt at that moment.

    Rhys and I winnowed into the sky, freefalling for a moment before his wings caught a draft and carried us to the balcony of the House of Wind. Rhys walked me inside as I tripped on my own feet at every chance, immediately an array of voices and concerns followed as I slumped into Rhys's arms, unable to keep myself up any longer. I kept my eyes open, even as I felt like literal death.

    I decided that I really didn't like the Weaver.

    Rhys carried me over to a chair at the dining room table, setting me down and making sure I was sitting upright.

    I was there and yet I wasn't, slipping in-between states of consciousness. I shook my head in an attempt to at least bring back some sense of reality. Thankfully I felt a little bit better after I left the Weavers grasp.

    I opened my eyes, not even realizing they had been closed. I was immediatly assaulted by the blinding light that seeped through the windows of the townhouse, which did nothing for the blooming headache. My vision cleared as everyone came into focus. I groaned in annoyance, why did I have to socialize right at this moment.

    I lifted a hand to my head, ignoring the steady ache of pain that radiated through me. "The Weaver is a total bitch." was the first thing I said, granted the words were raspy and barely above a whisper. But at least the statement earned a few smiles.

    "You kill her?" Cassian questioned with a grin.

    "Almost," Rhys but in, but everyone glanced in my direction, I was too tired to even try to understand what their looks meant. "But based on what I saw, and how much the Weaver was screaming, I'm dying to know what Dani Darling did." I was also too tired to scold him for using that ridiculous nickname he insisted upon.

    I shook my head once more as I tried to form at least a semi-coherent thought. "She detected me, locked the doors and windows so I couldn't get out. I used my magic to unlock them, and the two of us went out into the clearing. And then I...kinda, sorta, maybe, trapped her in a prison of lightning that may have caused a teensy tiny explosion that seared just a little bit of her hair off." I said with a sheepish smile, "But she did manage to drain some of the life out of me beforehand, so I'll give her that." I tried to sound lighthearted like it wasn't a big deal—which it wasn't, it was basic survival. Also because of the fact that I felt like I might pass out again at any second.

    Silence. Absolute silence in the room.

    Amren looked to Rhysand, "And where were you?"

    "Waiting far enough away that she couldn't detect me."

    Good. I wouldn't say I was worried, just slightly nervous about his whereabouts. I had blocked him out entirely from  my mind the second I stepped into that clearing. I knew how to handle myself, and if things went south I didn't want him rushing in to save me when I could do that perfectly fine on my own.

I reached into my left pocket, forcing down a wince at the soreness in my body as I hauled out the ring from my pocket, placing it down on the table in front of me. "So this whole thing was just for a ring?"