45
The thrax camp fades into the distance as Nightshade gallops away at a supernatural pace. Even so, it feels as if we inch along the path to Myla’s house. At last, we arrive. I slip off Night’s barrel and race to the front door.
Camilla opens it before I have a chance to knock. “What’s wrong?”
“How is she?” No question who I’m referring to here. Myla.
“Asleep. She’s fine.” Camilla scrunches up her nose. “Are you all right?”
“May I see her?”
“Sure.” Camilla steps back, allowing me room to enter. I speed into the house and tear open Myla’s door. My girl lays motionless on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Camilla steps up behind me.
“See? She’s perfectly well.” A moan sounds from the master bedroom. “Oh, that’s Xavier. I’ll be right back.” Camilla steps away.
