Nidia’s mist flows in a thick vapor around him.
At least before Will.Ī guard stands on duty at the arched entry. The only place I ever thought I could live. Home.Īt first it simply looks like an imposing tangle of vine and bramble, but on closer inspection you can see that it’s actually a wall. Cassian sighs beside me and the tightness in my chest eases a bit. The narrow dirt road opens wider amid the towering, mist-laced trees and there it lies. The shrouded township of our pride rises almost magically on the hazy evening air. We’re going home, to mountains and mists and everything familiar. Alarmed at the sight of my own twin, now as foreign to me as this desert. My gaze drifts, brushes over the pale version of my sister, and I have to look away. No, I can’t think about him now-it hurts too much. My fingers dig against the seat cushion until I feel the worn fabric give and tear beneath the pressure.
I look behind us through the rear window at the great cloud of white. Just like me.īehind the wheel, Cassian guns the engine and then we’re shooting down the highway. Instead she’s one of the most rare and prized of our kind.
Even though, deep down, like the rest of the pride, I thought she was a defunct draki. Even though I didn’t believe it, I’d said it. I’d once suggested to Tamra that her talent just hadn’t manifested yet. And with it, so will the hunters’ memories. Her sparkly new body lights the desert night, cutting us a path through the great billowing mist. “Jacinda! We have to go! Now!”Īnd then he’s found me, drags me away toward our car. My shaking fingers brush his face and smooth back the honey strands of hair from his forehead. I pull open the back door and reach for him. Even bruised and battered, he’s beautiful. The smoky haze curls around his sleeping form almost tenderly. The driver’s door yawns open, letting in the fog. Then I see him slumped in the backseat of the car. I see nothing through the all-reaching mist my arms swing wildly through the cold kiss of fog, groping, searching for the car where Will lies. Hunters sprawl at my feet, lowered by Tamra’s handiwork. I break away from Cassian and fight desperately through the cooling vapor that clouds both air and mind. everything in its path, every human nearby. I strain for a sound in the sudden tomblike silence as Tamra’s fog does what it’s supposed to do and shades, shades, shades. The hunters are completely hidden, but I hear them as they holler and shout, bumping into one another, coughing, dropping onto the road like so many dominoes. So thick I can scarcely see my own hand before my face. Mist rushes over us like fast-burning smoke. I can’t move as I watch her, both beautiful and terrifying with her shimmery skin, her hair leached of all pigment.
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