Annora...
Our magical bond stretches between us, tugging at my chest.
Yes.
Found her.
Darkness creeps in, and my thoughts scatter again.
Have to finish what I...
What I...
What was I...
Fuck!
Focus, damn it.
Father’s sneering face flashes behind my eye. “You’ll never be worth anything.”
No. I’ll prove him wrong. I just need to...
What was I thinking about?
Annora. Yes. She’s close. Too close to Jasce.
My brother. Always my fucking brother.
I try to move my arms, but they’re lead-heavy, useless.
Think.
The Watchers. Asha. My plans. They’re all falling apart while I lie here like a useless sack of—
You’re nothing but a spare.
No! I’m the rightful heir. I am. I just need to make them see...
Worthless.
Second best.
Spare.
Have to fight this. Have to...
What was I fighting for again?
Fuck!
Chapter Sixty-Six
Annora
The soundsof laughter pierce the tent, waking me from sleep. I sigh as I roll out of bed, knowing that soon I’ll have to face Asha.
Jasce is gone already. Probably preparing his men for the impending battle against Asha.
