Chapter 23
Denwen implied I could get this cuff off my arm here and now with the amulet. I’m going to learn every damn language in this book until I can read what I wrote.
Sometime later, I’m humming with energy as I soak up every single dialect on the page. Words in various languages keep popping to the forefront and I struggle to think only in English. I don’t think I was supposed to do this in one sitting. My brain is bursting at the seams.
I flip to the amulet’s page, hoping I’ll be able to read it but all I see is Cyrus’s face. I look forward to the day I can open this book without thinking of how his cocky expression melted into one of reverence as he read. It was like he was really seeing me for the first time; although, at the time I didn’t realize he was literally going through
