“I will take Stefan, he would be most put out if I attempted to leave him behind.” Carina needed the older man’s steadiness anyway. He would put a layer in between her and Ishaan that she desperately needed to be present while she purged herself of him. Like an illness, a kind, gentle illness that had stoked a fire in her that she was still trying to put out. She had to keep it at bay, had to be the Soul of the Flight and nothing else.

She retrieved Stefan and opened the ...