Bright Burns the Night by Sara B Larson

Author:Sara B Larson [Larson, Sara B]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781338068856
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2018-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

LORCAN LEAPT OVER THE BURNING TREE, HIS HEART IN his throat as Evelayn crumpled to the ground. Tanvir, who had barely managed to avoid him by using trees to block his blasts, made it to her first and dropped to his knees at her side, leaving himself unprotected.

“What did you do?” he cried out at his sister. It was that complete disregard for his own safety in the face of Evelayn’s injury that disarmed Lorcan and stayed his hand. Tanvir was many things, and he’d done much to deceive Evelayn, but it had been for his sister’s sake. And his love for the female who now lay in a puddle of her own blood because of that selfsame sister was undeniable.

Rather than finishing what Tanvir had started when he burst out from behind Lorcan in the woods, slicing a vicious blade through the air toward his exposed back, Lorcan rushed over and knelt across from Tanvir to assess Evelayn’s wound. The fur-lined cloak he’d given her was already soaked—ruined.

“There’s too much blood. We need to put pressure on it with something clean.” He looked up at Tanvir, and Letha, who hovered behind him, her crimson-stained sword hanging by her side.

“Get me one of your clean tops.” Tanvir shot a look over his shoulder at his sister.

“You’re going to follow his orders? I thought you came here to—”

“Now!” Tanvir cut her off impatiently.

Lorcan didn’t waste time watching to see what she did or didn’t do. Instead, he yanked his own tunic over his head and balled it up to press against Evelayn’s throat. Her pale skin, as white as swan feathers, was stained scarlet. Twice now he’d had to do this. Twice in two days he’d been on his knees desperately pressing a piece of fabric against a grisly wound for someone he—

“Do something other than sitting there watching me,” Lorcan snapped angrily, cutting off the dangerous turn of his thoughts.

“How deep is it?” Tanvir hesitantly bent closer. “May I look?” His hand trembled a bit as he reached toward the ruined tunic. Lorcan would have mocked him for the show of weakness, except a matching tremor had begun deep within him at the sight of Evelayn motionless on the snowy, cold earth.

Tanvir lifted one corner of the tunic and gently prodded at the skin, trying to gauge the severity of the wound despite the blood that continued to flow so freely. Too freely.

“Well?” Lorcan pressed.

“It’s deep. But not life-threatening—if we can get it closed off and the bleeding to stop fast enough,” Tanvir continued before Lorcan could sigh in relief. “If she had her power, it wouldn’t be more than a few hours of healing. But as it is …” He trailed off, the unsaid accusation heavy in the air.

Anger rose in Lorcan’s body, icy hot and dangerous. Or perhaps it was guilt. “Do either of you have anything we can use to help her? Or did you only bring those useless weapons with you on your quest?”

Tanvir turned to his sister, and when Lorcan looked up at her as well, she glared back at both of them.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.