Chapter 49 Everly
Chapter forty-nine
Everly
“There’s a flower that grows at the base of the ghost trees,” Zaria explains in a hushed voice. “It’s golden, and its petals will absorb into the skin, clearing the poison from the bloodstream.”
“Where?” I demand, my pacing relentless as my gaze flickers to Nix, lying unconscious on the bed.
Anger punches through me every time I look at her pale face, her wings limp and lifeless against the silken pillow.
Zaria moved her into my chambers, where the wards will protect her, but it feels like a hollow measure if I can’t save her.
Zaria hesitates before whispering, “The Outlands.”
I stop in my tracks, my eyes narrowing as I take in the look on her face. “Where the Shadoweaver is?”
“Yes,” she admits softly, and I see her wince, as though saying it out loud makes the situation even worse.