TWENTY-TWO
Three days later, the stale air of the room I shared with Lysander in the inn was too heavy, and the tear-dampened sheets too uncomfortable to go unnoticed any longer. Rolling onto my back, I blinked up at the ceiling then pushed myself from bed to throw open the window, ducking my head under the jamb. A heavy fog blanketed the horizon and clung to the ground through the main street of the town, shrouding Azure Cove in mystery. Breathing in deeply, I pulled the crisp, mist-filled air into my lungs, allowing it to clear my mind and spur me into action.
After dressing, I went to Zinnia's room and roused her.
She eyed me skeptically before pushing herself up to lean against the headboard. "You're dressed. And you washed your face."
"We can't stay here forever, Zin."
Her brow p
