She’s okay, I tell myself.
I’ll make sure she’s okay.
“What did you see?” Rev asks.
I open my mouth but glance at Tyadin. How much can I really trust either of them? “Brielle killing a friend of mine. Someone you don’t know.”
“It wasn’t real,” Tyadin says.
“I know,” I whisper. But it doesn’t stop me from worrying.
Rev
We spend our last nightof the challenge on the flame island. After our fight with Drake and Brielle, we know they won’t be back tonight, so it’s as safe a place as we could find.
Brielle’s reaction has gotten under my skin. The words I used to get to her.
I know it was all part of the plan—they were going to try to kill us. We did what we had to do to survive. But still, the look on her face, the explosion of fire. And the feeling of warmth that filled my chest at the thought of kissing Caelynn.
Have I mentioned how messed up these trials have been?
And that’s not considering the task image meant to torture us even more.
My vision didn’t affect me the way Caelynn’s had, but even so, the image of black magic wrapping itself around my throat until my skin turns blue keeps playing in my mind.
I was watching my own death. A death very likely caused by someone from the Shadow Court. Caelynn’s court.
No one said the images from the fire would be real. They’re just something we fear will happen. Something that will unnerve us.
And this certainly unnerved me.
I don’t sleep much this last night of the most challenging trial to date. Between nightmares and my wandering mind, I find myself barely able to close my eyes at all. Though part of me is relieved that this challenge is almost over, part of me is afraid to return home.
How can I face my father again?
My mother?
