Page 13 of A Blightress of Wrath
“And?”Ihuffed.
Heshrugged. “ShesaidIdo…I’mjust not training with the right person.”
Ilaughed sardonically. “Oh, really?”Iglanced toward the north as ifIcould see her there in her swampy forest and palace of white stone. “Didyou tell her no?”
“No.”
“Philius.”
“It’snot likeIplan to actually do it.ButIthought maybeIcould get more information out of her.MaybeI’lllearn something we can use in this plan of yours to get to her heart and destroy it.So,Iasked her whereIcould meet her ifIdecided to accept her offer.”
Mynostrils flared and red petals of demorte flower bloomed at my feet.
“ShesaidIcould just open my mind to her and she’d be there to listen to my answer.Idon’t have to be near theBlightto speak to her.”
Ifrowned. “Youcan speak to her in your mind at any time?”
“That’swhat she said.”
“Haveyou tried?”
“No.”
“Tryit.Rightnow.”
“Andsay what?”
Ibit my bottom lip, staring down at the crimson blooms around my boots. “Askher what she wants out of training you.Tellher you don’t want any harm to come to your sister.”
Herubbed his face and bent forward on his knees grimacing up at me. “Ijust ask that in my own head?”
“Ifshe’s really there, you should be able to tell.Likea little space inside that doesn’t belong to you alone.”
Hequirked a brow.
“Justtry it,Philius.”
Hescowled and closed his eyes.
Iwaited in the silence, chewing my bottom lip.
Aftera few minutes, his body rose, quick and ridged.
Thereshe was.
Keepinghis eyes closed, his face tightened into furrowed brows and a deep frown.
Afew minutes more and his eyes flashed open, the golden hue large and brilliant in the midday light.
Heopened his mouth to speak then closed it again, looking to the north asIhad just done.
“Tellme,”Iwhispered.
“Sheknows.Sheknows all of it.Yourplans—everything.”
“Fuck,”Iswore, ignoring the concern radiating to me throughRev.
“Fuckis right,” he agreed.
