Chapter 20
“Clara! Clara, wake up, come back to me!”
I heard Mason's voice sounding distant. His fingers wrapped tightly around my shoulders and shook me so hard my head reeled. I blinked and blinked, trying to remember where I was and what I was doing.
One moment I'd been watching wolves devouring each other on a red-stained field of battle—Mason fighting for his life against Joffrey—and the next I was standing in the dark cave, Mason's terror-stricken face inches from my own.
“What happened?” I croaked, my dry throat feeling like sandpaper. “How long have I been out?”
“Ten minutes,” June said, his fingers on my wrist, reading the beat of my pulse with expert ease. “Your eyes rolled back and you just. Froze.”
The cave felt claustrophobic all of a sudden, the walls' ancient paintings
