Chapter 29
Alyna rushed into the medical clinic, almost stumbling on the bucket Pukak used to catch rainwater to make his medicine. Caedmon trailed behind her.
“Please tell me this isn’t true,” she said.
Pukak looked at her, the kind old eyes of a grandfather drooping even more. He pulled up his sleeve, revealing a wound that ran down his left forearm. “I know my time is limited, Alyna.”
“You’re a mage. You make medicines that cure people.” She wiped the tears from her face. “There’s no poison that exists that doesn’t have an antidote. Can’t you make yourself one?”
“Alyna…I don’t have much time. I need you to listen to me.”
“This was Ethesus. This is their doing,” she snarled and whirled back and forth in the little office.
Caedmon grabbed her, but she couldn’t be held still. “You c
