"How did I know? How did I know all of that?"
I sat on the edge of the cot in my private room, staring down at my hands. My palms were still faintly stained green from the crushed Luna’s Veil. A tremor ran through my fingers as the questions swirled like a storm in my mind. How did I know that specific weed could neutralize Cinder Scorpion venom? How did I know the exact, precise pressure to apply to Marcus's pulsing wound to stop the necrosis from spreading?
I had survived in the untamed wild for twelve years, but the rogues had only taught me how to hunt, how to hide, and how to stay alive. They were survivalists, not scholars. They knew nothing about ancient chemical binding or the rare, hidden properties of the mountain's flora.
This bizarre, electric sensation had only started the
