CHAPTER 13
“Did you really have to send ten flames to call me?” I said as I entered the sparring hall, waving a pile of letters he’d sent and I’d ignored. I wasn’t in the mood to play Jaye’s games. Not today.
“Well, if you came sooner, you wouldn’t look like this,” Jaye said, smirking, probably at the burned hole in my shirt and singed curl. My buffy eyes and tired demur didn’t help my look either.
I huffed at him, exhaustedly, as he stood in the middle of the hall, wearing nothing but a black pair of pants. Thick black strings wrapped around his chest and forearms.
The hall we stood in was not impressive. It was just a wide, empty, gray room. What was impressive about it was the open wall to my left. The wall acted like a window looking over the cemetery. The notion of the dead being
