THE HEALING POWERThe room was far too quiet. Now that we were back in the upper chambers, the distant sounds of the riot felt like they belonged to another world. Here, there was only the sound of Demetrius’s wet, shallow breathing and the frantic ticking of a clock on the wall.

Finn paced by the window, his hands stained with soot. "We can’t stay here, Esme. The guards will realize the cellar door was forced. We have to move him."

"Move him where?" I asked. I was sitting on the edge of the ...