“Keriya, I’ve done it.” His words were faint, as if he was communicating over a vast distance.
“Done what?”
“Found a solution.”
Keriya’s chest tightened as hope swelled within her. And though floods of relief coursed through her veins, she couldn’t help but note he’d said ‘solution’ and not ‘cure.’
“What is it? How can I help?”
“I will explain when I return to you,” he promised.
“That’s not a good idea. We’re in the Erastatian palace, but King Windscoure is just like King Wavewalker . . . actually, he’s much worse. Max and I are going to escape. We’ll meet you somewhere safe.”
“Where?” asked Thorion.
Keriya paused. They were running out of safe places. Noryk, the Galantasa, and the Erastate were no longer options, and going to the Fironem had always seemed like a suicide mission. B
