Chapter 67: English
Aldric
I stared at Brianna.
“Cursed?” I whispered. “Brianna… what do you mean?”
She was silent. She didn’t look at me right away. The surroundings suddenly grew colder, and even though we were at the foot of the mountain where a cold breeze was common, a different kind of chill enveloped my skin. The chill of a secret. The chill of a sin long buried in darkness.
“Brianna,” I called again, more firmly. “Who cursed Thalia?”
Her grip on the crystal hanging around her neck tightened. She seemed to be trying to hold back a memory that was forcing its way back.
“I can’t tell you,” she whispered, almost a sigh.
“You can’t tell me,” I repeated firmly. “But I have a right to know. Don’t you understand? Thalia is missing. And now you’re telling me she carries a curse from
