Chapter 55
Itake back what I said in the stone gardens. This is hell. Hearing the thud of her knees when they hit the mat, seeing her head bounce when her arms don’t catch her.
And so much blood.
Even if I materialize, even if I had all the strength in the world, I could not pull her away from death’s door. I can’t heal her.
Zarr medics swoop in as her guards fend off approaching refs and riotous fans. They chant her name as I’m screaming it.
The medics apply pressure, trying to staunch her blood loss.
In this moment, when each rise of her chest could be her last, I know. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her soul from leaving her body.
I fly off, hating that I have to leave her, but knowing she’ll die if I don’t.
Even if she lives, she’ll be forced to enter the ring in two days whether she can hold her head up or not. It’s the law of the King’s Duel. Violence is the whole point of this damned tournament.
I materialize in front of Jasper inside the Red Cape, and his expression is more than surprised when the entire hallway turns to ice.
I shove him against the wall with too much force. “I need a healing potion. Now.”
His jaw clenches and unclenches. “They are extremely rare.” His breath is a cloud of air in my raging cold.
The monster inside is hungry.
“If you value your soul, you’ll tell me where to get one.”
A fleeting flash of fear crosses his face. “I know someone, but she charges a steep price and I’m not talking about ren.”
“I’ll pay it.”
“She won’t collect now. It will be at a time you least—”
I jerk his shoulders, slamming him into the wall again. “I don’t care. Get it.”
He dips his chin. “Give me an hour.”