23. A Hundred Million Voices
AngereCait dreamed again. She stood beside the cool waters of the mountain lake, the ring of peaks around her. Bethany stood half-emerged in the centre of the pool, the water streaming off her hair and hands. The witch-girl drifted closer, eyes closed, skin blue.
Cait dreamed, but she was also aware she was dreaming. This place was inside her mind, so Bethany had said. But was that right? Perhaps it was a real place, an island in the aether that she travelled to. Whichever, she knew that outside, elsewhere, her shivering body lay next to Danny's in the endless dark of the dungeons of the White City, and that there was no hope.
She turned to Danny's spirit, standing beside her, holding her hand. Here he looked like his old self. Not the ragged, terrified boy
