CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEFree-falling
“How many summers have you seen?” My teeth chattered and I tried to occupy my mind with something other than the freezing temperature or my body’s pitiful warnings of distress.
“Too many.” I watched Limah’s shoulders slump and he altered his position on the narrow track, so we could walk side by side. “I lost count.”
“You aren’t old enough to forget your summers,” I scoffed, the idea entertaining. “Or young enough to prove unable to count.”
He snorted and his eyes danced in the sideways glance he gave me. “This is true,” he agreed. “But still I can’t tell you.”
“I’ll help you,” I declared, swinging my arms and regretting it as the stab wound sent a dart of agony to my brain. Limah paused as I bent double with the effort of not vomiting. “What’s your fi
