We will find you.
I promise.
Those words burn against my heart as I fall asleep thinking about everything that happened today. From healing all the wounded, tosneakinginto Hector’s bed.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Warriors turn to stare as Tersah leads me to the Seer’s tent. She grins and waves, and I inwardly shake my head. She adjusts her bracelets and straightens her long surcoat.
“Do you actually like any of them?” I ask, as I think of the different men I have seen her flirting with.
She shrugs. “They are a diversion.”
“From what?”
Something flashes behind her eyes as she slips her bracelets even higher on her slim arms. “Life.”
My thoughts shift to her son again, and to her former husband. Maybe Tersah is trying to distract herself from her grief.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I continue to follow Tersah through the camp.
“To see Phillipa. She wants to talk to you after you healed so many yesterday.” Tersah grabs my arm, guides me around a wagon, and then into the Seer’s tent.
The Seer glances up as we enter and smiles. “Please sit, Sol.”
The chair squeaks as I sit and fold my hands on the table in front of me. Last night, I used these hands to mend what war tried to destroy. In those quiet hours, amidst the remnants of conflict, I became an instrument of healing, piecing together what the ravages of war had ruthlessly torn apart.
Clay scrapes against wood as the Seer pushes a goblet full of a cloudy-looking liquid toward me. “Mildred has prepared this for you.”
“Mildred is here?”
The Seer nods. “She believes this will benefit you after you heal. Not as well as the pool, of course, but it will help extend your abilities between renewal.”
I stare down at the mixture, pleased that Mildred wants to help me.
“She has been working on it endlessly,” the Seer says. “She believes in you, and she knows the Bloodstone people need you.”
My heart thrums in my ears as I breathe in the cloudy liquid. It smells of herbs and spices. Some I know, and others, I don’t.
Tersah gives me a nod of encouragement. So, I take a sip. A tingling sensation spreads from my toes to my fingertips, and I gasp at the suddenness of it. The Seer watches me as I continue to drink until the goblet is empty.
“How do you feel?” the Seer asks.
I exhale slowly. The sensation from earlier still lingers, but now it feels as if it’s inciting something new inside of me. Something...powerful. Something like when the high gods worked through me to save those people enslaved by the Kyanites.
“I feel different,” I say.
The Seer nods. “Good. You will need all the strength you can muster for what is coming.”
“What is coming?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
Her eyes lower to Hector’s cloak wrapped tightly around my body. “The child, for one.”
I swallow. She has seen what Hector has been too blind to see.
For several beats, she continues to stare, her gaze locked on my body before drifting away. “You carry twins.”
Twins?
