Page 152 of Skalterra By Nightmare
“You dare say her name when you’ve been working to undo everything she died for?” He pulled on my collar so he could slam me back into the hard floor. Pain shot through my skull, and black spots dotted my vision.
“She isn’t dead.”
“Don’t—”
“She’s going to kill Fana.”
Gold flashed in Tiernan’s hand, and he held a knife pointed between my eyes.
“I said don’t.”
“She killed the Firelds. Ferrin helped. Tiernan, you have to believe me. If you don’t, Fana will die.”
“Then where is she? Where’s my sister if she isn’t dead?”
I gulped.
“I threw her out the window.”
Tiernan’s amber eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. Maybe chucking the only proof that Ferrin was lying off the mountainside had been a tactical error.
“She might still be out there.” I stared up at him, fixing him with a look of defiance, daring him not to believe me and reap the consequences. “Hanging to the side of the mountain, trying to climb back up.”
“Stop it,” Tiernan hissed.
“She’s your sister, and she might need your help.”
The golden knife in his hand shook, then dissolved.
“Dammit, Wren, if you’re lying, I’ll throwyouout the window.” He hesitated a half-second longer, and then leapt away to run to the room’s ledge.
I rolled to my side and pushed up to my knees as Galahad limped forward. I had no Skal left to fight with, but I wouldn’t give up. I would make sure Galahad saw the truth, even if it meant he killed me.
I had trusted them. Even Tiernan. They were my friends. We’d traveled and fought together for weeks.
I thought we’d been a team.
They’d turned on me so quickly.
“What did the Grimguard say to you that would have you sell out both our worlds, Nightmare?” Gray eyes bore into me. “What could he have possibly promised?”
“Ferrin is going to kill Orla and Fana. Galahad, you have to listen.”
“How dare you suggest I would kill my own niece,” Ferrin growled behind Galahad. “We cared for you, Wren. Welovedyou! Just for you to betray us!”
“I have no reason not to trust Ferrin. He swore an oath to protect the Rift,” Galahad said evenly.
“So did your brother.”
The color drained from Galahad’s rugged face, and he leveled a silver sword with my neck.
“Bold of you to speak to me of Balin,” he hissed, “afteryoubrought the Grimguard to my home.”
“The home Balin destroyed.” I leaned forward so that my throat pressed against the tip of Galahad’s sword. “If you’re going to kill me, then kill me. I did my job. I warned you about Ferrin. Now it’s your job to make sure he doesn’t murder Orla and Fana.”
Galahad hesitated, his gray eyes searching mine.
I needed him to see the truth. He and the others could hate me all they wanted, but Ineededhim to save Orla and Fana.
