TWENTY-SIX
Grey returned with a silver coin that contained enough magic to quell the seed’s hunger. She didn’t dare ask how he’d obtained it. Details like that were best left unsaid. Once the pain had subsided, Sage found herself finally able to relax into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Morning came as quick as blinking, but Sage awoke feeling as if she had slept a week.
“You look like you’re ready to take on the world.” Grey startled her with his chipper greeting.
How long had she slept? Sage turned to the clock on the bedside table. Not quite seven yet, but Grey appeared fully dressed and armed.
“Yeah. Just give me a few minutes to splash some water on my face.” Her hand looked as if it might shrivel up and fall off. Still a bit on the stiff side, but Sage moved with less pain than in
