Chapter 70
CHAPTER SEVENTY
RYOT
Einarr and I spin a wide arc in the air, both of us looking for Leina and Vaeloria. She was here, and then—gone.
I don’t allow myself to think about anyone but her, not yet.
“ There’s nothing we could have done for them, Lastwall. Even if we’d made it, they were already gone.”
I don’t answer Einarr. I can’t. My heart is a fist. My thoughts are all teeth. All I know is I have to find her. Einarr and I are the only ones left in this godsforsaken sky—the remaining Altor have all streamed back into Amarune. To look for survivors, for wounded.
But all I can do is hunt for my heart, torn from my chest and carried through the Veil. So Einarr and I patrol the sky, pacing this stretch between where Leina first entered the Veil, near the fortress, to where she last disappeared over the ocean.
“ There!” I swivel my head around, but Einarr’s already moving.
There’s a ripple in the sky, and then Leina and Vaeloria appear.
Unconscious, both of them. Falling.
Einarr breaks into another dive.
This time, we’ll make it. This time, we’ll save them.
There is nothing else.