Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
It’s the cuff of one of Castle Lios’s guardsmen. Surely he couldn’t have been one of the men that broke in? I remember them as skinny and disheveled, with ragged beards and a terrible need for a bath.
“Candra?” Nemeth calls. “What are you doing?”
I kick the sand back over the bit of rotten fabric. “I thought I saw a pretty shell,” I call out. “It’s nothing.” Gathering my skirts, I return to his side, slogging through the sand. It fills my slippers and makes walking difficult, but I manage a bright smile for Nemeth. “I don’t suppose you see a raft anywhere?”
“A raft?” Nemeth echoes.
Nodding, I glance around the lonely stretch of beach. There’s nothing here but a few waving grasses and a distant seagull on the far end of the beach. I vaguely remember the old, weathered dock on the far side of the shore, and how there wasn’t one on this side. “Something we can use to get across the water? I can’t swim.” I want to point out that the men who arrived to attack us would have needed a raft or a boat of some kind, but I don’t want to bring Nemeth’s attention to the dead. For some reason, I don’t want him to know that they were from Lios. They were human, so it stands to reason that they were my people, but…still. “Any ideas?”
Nemeth chuckles. “I cannot believe you even have to ask.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what he means when he picks me up into his arms, grinning. My shoes stream sand and I cling to his neck as he spreads his wings and moves into the shadows of the tower—
—the world flips upside down and my stomach heaves. Everything spins and it feels as if all gravity has disappeared.
A moment later, everything is heavy once more. The tumbling world sets itself right again, and when I blink away the confusion, I see we’re still on the sandy shore, but now we’re in the shadow of a cliff, and across the long stretch of water in front of us is the distant tower.
He’s shifted us into shadows.
“See?” Nemeth murmurs against my ear.
I smack his arm, furious (and a little queasy). “You said you wouldn’t do that! You’re not supposed to risk your life.”
“There was no risk. I could see the beach from here.” He ignores my anger, setting me down. “And with how weak you’ve been, I don’t want you swimming.”
I don’t point out that he has wings. We both know he does. The fact that he wouldn’t fly us over the water means he doesn’t trust them, which makes me ache inside. How horrible must it be to have wings and not be able to use them? To be stuck with nothing but your two feet to travel? I want to ask him how he’s feeling, but I also don’t want to prod an open wound. So I give him a huffy look, straightening my rain-dampened clothes. “Next time you do that, please warn me.”
“So you can panic?”
So arrogant and confident in himself. I love it, even if I want to wrap my hands around his neck and choke him right now. “So I can talk you out of it.”
Nemeth snorts with amusement. His gaze moves over the rocky shore, eyeing the Liosian land. On this side of the channel, it’s not nearly as mountainous. The Fellian landscape is nothing but mountains, his people living deep in the belly of the rocky giants instead of on their sloping surface. Meanwhile the Lios lands are far more temperate. There are some steep cliffs near the waters, sure, but Castle Lios itself is tucked into a rolling green valley surrounded by a thick forest on one side and hills upon the other, with an impressive dockyard to the south leading to deep waters and a harbor constantly full of ships. Here, though, days away from the castle and the city it protects, there’s nothing but desolate beaches that lead up to equally desolate plains. Here, there are no ships on the water, no farms for as far as the eye can see. It’s remote and deserted.
It worries me a little. When I was brought out here, there was a carriage with strong horses, and it still took two days to arrive. How long will we be traveling on foot across this land? How long will it take for us to return to Castle Lios?
And how are things going to go when I arrive five years early with a Fellian at my side?
Hot panic bubbles up inside me, but I push it down. I’ll worry about that when I have time. For now, I’m here with Nemeth, and we need to conquer one issue at a time.
“There’s no one here,” Nemeth says, gazing along the empty shore. “Is this normal?”