Chapter Five
“Let me help you.” Nola wrapped her arm around T’s waist.
“You’re still healing.” T shook her head.
“I feel all right,” Nola said.
I feel better than all right.
The thought held as much terror as relief.
As they tramped up and down through the curves of the mountain, the sky above began to lighten with the rising sun, and the ice melted from Nola’s veins. Her legs didn’t feel tired, though they’d been climbing for hours. Her breath came easily and evenly, as though she were strolling through the halls of the domes.
Even in the dim light, the edges of the trees held crisp lines in Nola’s sight. The faint scent of T’s sweat filtered past the stench of decaying undergrowth and tinge of blood wafting from Raina.
I could run up this mountain.
The urge to sprint up the slop
