He was still watching me. I could feel the Ashfather’s gaze on me as we walked through the halls. Not always. He would watch me, then look away, shaking his head every time. He was trying to convince himself it wasn’t what he thought it was, and I wasn’t about to tell him he wasn’t right. I needed him to think he was. His arrogance and belief that I was weak was what would help me keep my secrets. And I had to keep my secrets. I had to figure out the prophecy I had been pulled out of by his Drakesworn.
I was still thinking about that dream when he led me into a room and I came to a stop.
The room we were standing in was an infirmary. Or, at the very least, had been transformed into one quickly. Benches and tables had been pushed to the walls, and cots had been set up for the too-still fo
