Ayda’s POV

“—Better not have died—“

“—hadn’t hit her so—“

“—my fault—“

“—what do you thi—“

“—being—child—“

Water, colder than the ice that sometimes capped the mountains to the north of Emerald Lake, splashed me in the face, shocking me to wakefulness.

“Oh, good,” Narcissa purred, sitting on a throne. “The ...