Chapter Eight
I teleport us to the top of the highest tower. I don’t think I need to be outside, or all the way up here, but it makes me feel a little more confident about what I’m about to try.
“Want to explain what we’re doing here?” Crispin asks, walking to the edge of the tower and looking down. It’s still dark, but a thin slice of dawn is appearing on the horizon behind him. Soon, the sun will rise and a new day will begin.
“I need to feel the balance,” I say quietly, hoping that it doesn’t sound too silly. “Both my mother and Blaze mention it, and Beira said that I could somehow feel it. I need to know how bad things are.”
He nods. “How can I help?”
“Keep watch. I don’t want to be surprised by overenthusiastic guards or assassins.”
Crispin chuckles. “Are you putting guards and
