“WHAT DID YOU DO?”
Ash shakes me. I yawn in his face. “You don’t look so good, C.”
It takes both arms and some rocking, but in the end I manage to stagger to my feet without his help. “‘M fine.”
“You’re practically transparent.”
I take a closer look at my hands, at the way the scenery bleeds through at the edges, and shrug. Crystal is still a type of stone. There are worse things to be. “Neat?”
“It’s not a good thing. Whatever you’re doing, stop it.”
I busy myself brushing bits of gravel and grit off. I must’ve unconsciously summoned an echo of Refuge’s rooftop again.
Ash flicks a breeze around me to speed things up. “Ravel said he talked to you.”
“Since when are you and Ravel chatty?”
“Since he started smuggling people to safety? He tried to tell you he was on our side.”
Unlikel
