THORNE
Rowan had been alive when the deal had been made. He had been fading just at the brink when something heavy fell from the sky and then footsteps.
The commotion had pulled him from death long enough for him to hear what happened, some parts of it at least, but anyone who knew Althea and the way she had tried to sacrifice herself to her mother for the enslaved Vargans would know exactly what she had done.
It was the reason that despite my fatal injuries I was still breathing.
It explained why I had finally met my mother since her execution and where exactly she had been taking me to.
I had been close to the Veil enough to meet the dead until the hand—Cyrion's hand—had yanked me back from the brink.
And after explaining to me what he had heard, I knew the breath we could take had come at the cost of Althea's freedom.
