Chapter 17: Talisman
I stomp through the woods, hefting stones, thwacking branches, and splashing through puddles while Grace watches for traces of mist.
It’s infuriating to be wasting time looking for a magical solution instead of getting back to my real training. Except—Wasn’t magic what I’d been missing all along? If I could get my ability to tap the dreamscape back, I wouldn’t need to bother with boring training and stupid challenges and impressing those idiots in Nine Peaks anyway.
“Not that.” Grace unexpectedly smacks my reaching hand. “Those burn.”
The leafy green thing in question doesn’t look any different than a dozen other bushes between the trees, but I plant my palm on the rough, thick trunk behind it instead. “This isn’t working.”
She shrugs. “It could take a while. Or i
