7
That Which Was Stolen
Petra found himself acutely aware of Amlinn’s hand around his waist, acutely aware not only of the fact that she was a girl, but that she was a Freefolk girl, a follower of Arrica.
I shouldn’t have anything to do with her! His heart pounded harder than sudden exertion after being tied up in a wagon all day could account for. I’m a Priest-Apprentice of Vekrin.
But she was smiling at him, blue eyes beneath raven-black hair. “How do you feel?”
He had to swallow before he could speak. His throat was dry. “Stronger,” he said at last.
“I thought you were dead when the Blue Fire struck you,” she said.
“I thought I was dead too,” he said. “I thought you might be dead when I found you in the mud.”
“He told me he doesn’t kill girls,” Amlinn said. “I’m not sure I belie
