It was over. There was nothing I could do to save Emma or me, much to my despair. It seemed obvious I’d be the Haruspex who’d failed; the responsibility had been on me to try and save the world and I’d made a mess of things.
I was so tired. As blood flowed from the wound on my shoulder, I grew weaker by the minute.
I fell onto my knees, wanting to lie down, close my eyes and give up.
Perhaps that was what I should do. Give up. I’d known from the beginning that this crazy situation, where I was meant to help a group of ancient marble knights who came to life to keep the world safe was ludicrous. I wasn’t brave. I wasn’t what Perrault insisted I was.
I blinked repeatedly, trying to bring my surroundings back into focus. Everywhere my gaze fell, things appeared fuzzy, blurred and difficul
