RAVENNA
A guard rushed into the healers’ tent and quickly unlocked the cuffs around my wrists. “Don’t move,” he said and rushed out just as quickly as he came.
Few minutes later, the door to the healers’ tent flung open, letting in a slice of the daylight and the heavy sound of boots on the wooden floors.
I didn’t look up at first, I’d been curled in the corner cot, the scratchy wool blanket pooled in my lap, staring at nothing. My mind had been a cloud all morning, refusing to settle on any one thought, and then I heard it.
It was a sound that ripped through every layer of me in an instant.
A child’s sob, sharp and uneven, flowing straight from the chest and not the throat.
My head snapped up.
Riven.
Kael was carrying her in his arms, her face red and wet, and her small hands clut
