Chapter 23: Remedial
I walk fast to escape their banter.
It’s not just how irritating they’re being, or even Ravel’s history of manipulative and cold-blooded behaviour that’s the problem. Time is running out for Ange and everyone else back home, and I’m so far from being back in fighting form it’s as if I haven’t started.
Which is why I can’t afford to waste any more time persuading Grace to ditch Ravel.
I veer off toward a quiet patch where a thin strip of orchard borders a cultivated area of mixed crops and press both hands to the soft earth. I close my eyes and reach—
But irritation is the only thing that fills my senses. That, and the chirping and cooing of a couple of idiots.
“What’s she doing?” Ravel stage whispers.
“Meditating.” Grace practically stands on top of me.
I take
