‘Uhhh,’ Lark groaned, barely more than a whisper. His eyelids fluttered like someone fighting to wake up, then shut again.
His lips moved, but nothing came out. Frus
The healers didn’t waste time. Hands were everywhere, pressing leaves into his mouth, forcing some revolting-smelling sludge between his lips.
His skin was pale, and his fur was dried. He looked half-dead.
Cassie hovered by his side, fingers clenched tight. “What is it?” Her voice filled with worry.
“Poison,” Maeven said, frowning like she was chewing glass.
“Not to kill him though. This one’s for the mind. Eats memories. Shreds you up from the inside, piece by piece.”
Cassie felt her heart drop straight onto the floor. “Will he—he’ll be okay, right?”
“We caught most of it,” the healer said as she wiped her hands, l
