Chapter Thirty-Nine
Angel and Her Mother
Andel looked down at her mother’s pale face and wiped the loose hair from her forehead. She was so deeply unconscious that it was hard to find signs of life, but they were there. As she’d searched for them, she’d also seen the damage. Her attachment to this body was so fine now that only by her own will could she return.
“Please, Mother, stay with me …”
Tears landed on her mother’s eyelids and dribbled downward as if they belonged.
“I’m sorry we fought,” she whispered. “I know you will tell me what you saw when the time is right. I was wrong. I won’t argue … please. Just speak …”
It seemed ironic that she had used her experience of being imprisoned in Qalān to trap and destroy their captor, and now her mother lay in her lap as Lind had done –
