Chapter 22 – WacławHow could Bidaês ruin everything?
SOMETHING LICKED MY FACE.
The sun pierced through my eyelids, followed by excruciating pain. I cried out as Sosna yapped and grabbed my soul-form’s tunic with her teeth. With her help, I attempted to stand, but my wounded torso and battered legs refused. I collapsed to the ash.
“Wacław!” a voice shouted.
Xobas…
“I’m here!” I called back through my scratchy throat. Even swallowing hurt, but when I reached for my canteen, it was empty.
Above me, the Thunderstone dagger still stuck from the oak’s trunk. The night’s memories slowly returned as I rubbed my palm against my head, fighting the headache that came with them. Bidaês was Frostmarked. He’d worked with Boz to weaken the clans, using the king’s hatred of the Zurgowie to clear the
