Darkness and cold buffeted my skin, tangible malicious magics nipping at me like tiny insects. But all of a sudden, we burst out again into air and light—that same, no-man’s-land gray light of the sky.

I twisted, trying to grip Jarrah’s wrist to relieve some of the terrible tension on my scalp as I dangled by the hair in his grip. My eyes swam with tears, but I blinked them away, trying to focus.

We were in the overgrown, stony ruins of what might have once ...