Chapter 27
I felt as though I was moving through shadowy cobwebs, the strands clinging to me, obscuring my vision. When I stumbled, Thorne took my elbow and helped guide me through the stone corridors of Castle Raine.
Finally, we reached my rooms. I sank into one of the chairs before the hearth, my thoughts whirling. At last, all the strange, jagged pieces of my life were falling into place.
Ser Pietro, burning.
My mother’s abrupt marriage and our subsequent relocation to Raine.
The sickness surrounding my birthdays.
Most of all, my poor pinky, sacrificed in order to smother my sorcery.
I stared down at my left hand. In the end, that loss had been for nothing.
You should have listened to me all those years ago, my little voice said.
Are you the ghost of my bound power? I asked it.
