FOUR
When I awaken, the sun’s dying rays visit the room in a last, failing effort. Adom is sprawled across the chaise, softly snoring. I extend my cramped legs and creep closer. He must be exhausted. Aside from the brief nap in the carriage, Adom hadn’t slept since we reached Trana. He stayed away from the room all last night. And where had he gone? To entertain Raina?
The letter hangs from his hand, its seal now broken, parchment crinkled.
I lean close, not daring to breathe, and grasp the mysterious document. Inch by inch, I ease it out of his grip. He doesn’t stir. After several moments of watching his ribs expand and contract, I move into a corner, and open the letter.
Slayer, it reads. Claron is gone. Decimated by dragon scorchings. I made contact with Leviathan and Cinderrider, a
