She tried to rotate her foot, but the muscles weren’t intact enough. She could limp, though.
“Thank you.”
He didn’t acknowledge her, wiping his hands off on a handkerchief and pulling his gloves back on. He radiated impatience as she got up, favouring her left leg. There was a new sort of hardness about him.
Her head was light, but she felt less wobbly.
She touched the door, but her resonance was still just a gap, like a lost tooth. Her fingers skittered across the surface. Before she could say anything, she heard the mechanisms inside move, and the door clicked open.
She looked back, expecting to find Ferron behind her, but he was still across the room.
Septembris 1786
Despite the Outpost being retaken, Helena returnedthe following week. Even with necrothralls patrolling, there was
