Page 94 of The Jasad Crown (The Scorched Throne #2)

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

ESSIYA

S omeone peeled open my eyelid.

“Her magic hasn’t lapsed once. It’s been churning since she sent off the kitmers,” Namsa murmured.

“Do we know—could it be—” Quiet and uncertain. Maia.

“What do you think?” Efra snapped. “We have to manage the symptoms before it takes her completely. Help me drag her to the lake. The bucket won’t be enough to revive her this time, and we need to go. The Sareekh will be back for us by tonight.”

I laughed without opening my eyes. Metal clanged as feet shuffled back, a litany of gasps ringing in the room.

“The four came first and slipped through mists of story,” I hummed in the voice that wasn’t mine. “Children of silver, beware, beware! Those legends of lies and glory.”

I slipped away.