30. WingsThe wind whipped at Aiden’s face as the jagged grey of the mountains rushed by. He flailed hopelessly through the air, the panic overwhelming him. What had he done? He was going to die. He screwed up his eyes and time seemed to flow endlessly around him. Why had he listened to that ghostly bird? How did he even know it had been real? He had dreamed of it often enough before—maybe it was all just a figment of his own imagination.
His thoughts turned to Andor and to Branwyn. He had promised them he would come back. The thought of them waiting for a return that would never happen sent a spike of pain through his heart. Who would help them rescue his parents and aunt and uncle? It was his fault they were caught in the first place. He should never have gone to work in the Palace. He s
