Valtira.
Confusion carved deep lines across my face the moment Lyssandra lifted her hand and gestured toward the far end of the cavern when I asked about Raven.
The darkness seemed thicker in that direction, swallowing sound, swallowing scent, swallowing certainty.
“What do you mean I should go there?” I demanded.
She did not turn.
The indifference in her posture scraped against my nerves, and before I could stop myself, I strode to her side and seized her wrist, forcing her to face me.
“Tell me what you just meant,” I said, my voice low but trembling with restrained fury.
“You asked where Raven is. I showed you where, Valtira. What is your problem? If you want your child, go there and get her. You must have wondered why I ran out in the first place, so right now I cannot go in ther
