Chapter 10Zale walked between the market stalls without getting tired. He couldn’t remember when his limbs hadn’t weighed a ton. He’d lost muscle mass, and he was weak, but not as if he was sick.
He wasn’t sick.
He stopped in the middle of the walkway. He could go home. He could see his family and Dylan. He could be a fisherman. But Albus was a blacksmith on Dragon Row, and they couldn’t be apart for long.
“You’re blocking the way.”
Zale turned around at the annoyed voice and came eye to eye with the reverend. Anyone else and he’d have stepped aside, but there was enough room between the stalls for someone to walk past him despite him standing right in the middle, which meant the reverend had only spoken to exert power.
The reverend’s eyes widened when he realized it was Zale. “You’re
