Chapter Fifteen
“I’m not going back,” Julia told Jace, arms crossed over her chest. “We’re here — we might as well see if we can find Lyanna.”
He shook his head, strain clear in the taut look of the skin around his eyes. Back in the palace, they had been offered light refreshments by the djinn elders, lemon-infused water and delicate cakes that tasted of honey, but after being shown that perfunctory courtesy, they were told they must leave.
“We can do nothing for you,” the redheaded djinn woman said, regret clear in her tone. “And it is not altogether safe for you to be here, even with that apparatus you wear.” She’d gestured toward the cannula and oxygen tank Julia was using, and then had one of the guards show them to the front gates of the palace.
Julia had experienced a stirring of
