7
‘We have to get out,’ I said, turning from the spire’s burning window. I was halfway to the stairs before I realised Zareen was not following.
She stood in the centre of the room, and there was a set look to her face that I recognised. Her skin was turning bone-white, and her eyes filling with black…
‘Zar!’ I snapped, and ran back to her. ‘No! What did you just say to me?’
‘I said “times of great need”, and this would be one of them.’
‘Within reason. Zar, I’d love to save this building but not at your expense. Come on.’ I grabbed her arm and tried to pull her, but she shook off my hand.
‘All I’m doing is waking Melmidoc,’ she said, and her voice turned dark and whispery. ‘If he’s still home. Then we’ll go, I promise.’
I would have argued, but my attention was caught by the flames
