It took four hours before I was back on the deck of the Azure Wing, gazing over the side as the world passed slowly below. The veil of black mist had lifted from the land, and though dusk now approached, the forests, hills, and abandoned villages seemed lighter and free. From the shadows that draped from the peaks of the hills to the shade cast by the trees, there was no longer a taint of undeath.
"What are you thinking about?" Luke asked, coming up behind me.
I leaned against him as he put his arm around my waist, my eyes following the horizon. "About whether Fyren's ever going to tell me the truth. Not that he's been lying, but..."
Luke chuckled dryly. "He's certainly evasive."
I let out a huff. "When I asked him what Connor was talking about, he just stared at me like I was the crazy one. He's worse than Fate, sometimes. At least she finally told me her plan."
