Then again, I was about to embrace death when she got here, so maybe the condescension is warranted.
I brace my limbs, preparing them to launch, but they’re trembling from the combined venom and climb. I’m unsure if I can keep my balance, much less make the jump.
I’m also pretty sure if I fall this time, I’m not getting back up.
So when the scorpion rears back, readying to swing its tail at Zora, I take advantage of the momentum and jump.
CHAPTER 32
ELLIE
It’s minutes before anyone thinks to check.
Minutes are too long.
Lydia’s gone after Piper. Elias departed soon after, intending to gather acquaintances from the Coup to assist her should Abra have an army guarding Piper. That leaves me to get Asha and Blaise, so we can get Marcus to the Rip as soon as possible.
“Blaise,” I call, wishing there were a way to knock on the tent door, but of course it’s made of pliant fabric, so I settle for the nearest posts.
No one answers.
“Blaise, Asha should have come by earlier. We’re about to set out. I assume Asha told you, but we’re going to head to the Rip. Apparently, Amity thinks there’s a type of flax there that can heal Marcus. Lydia and Elias have already gotten a head start on Piper.”
Nothing.
I don’t like the idea of barging in on anyone, but we have to leave if we want to catch up to the others once we get what Marcus needs from the Rip.
I touch the knot on the tent door.
I know instantly something is wrong. For starters, the knot is tied. Blaise isn’t exactly the modest sort. She doesn’t care enough about whether her tent flap blows open and exposes her in her sleepwear to bother securing it in place, which is unfortunate for anyone who does mind.
But here the knot is, secured in place, though not neatly.
I untie it. The rope scratches my fingers, and can’t help but notice the string is damp.
As the tent flap falls aside, I realize it isn’t the only thing that’s wet.
Blood glistens in pools inside the tent, shimmering in the lantern light. Across the tent is a tapestry, one that has been knocked over, as if in haste. Blood seeps from the floor into the fabric, obscuring parts of the story woven into it.
“Evander,” I call, but my voice only rasps. I steel myself, urgency flowing back into me. “Evander!”
He’s there in an instant, and when I turn to face him, there’s nothing but dread in his wide eyes.
“She’s just signed her own death warrant.” Evander paces back and forth in the tent, trying his best to keep from stepping in the pool of blood.
Blood.
Asha’s blood.
Is Asha dead? Did Blaise let herself get too hungry? I’ve never seen Blaise lose control before. But hadn’t she almost attacked Asha the night they took a stroll through the gardens in Othian? I thought Blaise stayed on top of hunting, but if she snapped…or perhaps Asha accidentally cut herself on something.
“El. El.”
I redirect my attention to Evander, but even the smell of blood is making my stomach churn.
“We have to find them.”
Dread coils in my stomach. “Them? You think Asha’s still alive?”
Evander stares at the blood pooling at our feet.
He doesn’t have to answer.
“Kiran’s going to kill Blaise. That’s what you meant earlier when you said she’d signed her own death warrant,” I whisper to Evander, my back pressed against his firm chest as we ride on horseback across the Charshonian plains.
Amity and Marcus ride beside us, Amity holding the rope leading my horse. Evander has wanted me as close to him as possible, now that we know Blaise lost control. When he suggested it, I almost argued that Blaise would likely be satiated by the time we got to her, but the thought sent bile to my throat.
I vomited in the grass, and that had reminded me of Asha too.
Asha is my friend. She was my companion in Othian while we’d waited for Kiran and Evander to return. She shared in the secret of my pregnancy. She waited outside of Forcier’s before sunrise just to retrieve my father’s favorite bread.
I know I should feel more loss than I do, but it’s like my mind refuses to process that she’s gone.
But with all that blood…
“She’ll have to be on the run after this,” Evander says, his voice distant, his arm wrapped protectively around me as we ride.
“You think Kiran would hunt her?”
