FINNIAN

“I promise you, you’ll all pay for this if he dies,” I growled, pacing back and forth. My boots dragged against the dirt, the sound grinding into my skull like the rage burning inside me.

It had been over a moon, and still, they couldn’t save him. Not with their herbs, not with their chants, not with their so-called healing touch.

Daze lay there breathing, but barely. His eyes never opened. His side had swollen so badly it looked ready to burst. I clenched my fists, forcing ...