Bright Sorcery by Natalie Grey

Author:Natalie Grey [Grey, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-31T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

I didn’t want to see Philip. Not right away. I couldn’t face him yet. I strode across the strange wilderness of the Burren, bare feet on sun-warmed rock and the scents of greenery in my nose. I could barely see for tears, for some reason.

I was overtired, I told myself. That was it.

At last I sank down into a crouch, hugging myself and staring out at the landscape. The wind caught in the hole at my side. This robe really hadn’t been made to be comfortable even before the serpent ripped it.

Ceremonial nonsense. And all for a fake ceremony. I lay back and stared at the sky.

So it hadn’t been a druid rite. So someone had tried to make sure I wouldn’t come back. I forced myself to think about it logically.

Morgana would have had the opportunity. Slip me a different herb, and I might well end up in the wrong world.

Taliesen would have had the opportunity as well. He had been the one who cast the spell, hadn’t he?

But anyone could have added their own magic as soon as he started to cast. I pressed my hands over my eyes. There was no knowing, which was going to eat me alive if I let it. It could have been any of them, even—

Daiman. My mind kept circling back to that. Why was I so determined to wonder if he’d betrayed me?

Because deep down, I feared that Philip was right. Daiman was so invested in the idea that I could wind up with a clean slate. What if he started to believe I couldn’t? What if he had realized it long ago and brought me to the druids, for them to execute me when he couldn’t bear to?

That was crazy, my mind insisted.

But … was it?

I sat up and rubbed at my face. If I put myself in danger to rescue Daiman and he turned out to want me dead, well, I was going to feel really stupid, and the part of me that had been cast out of my home as a child, who had fought for the sorcerers of the world, was screaming for me not to take that chance.

Not taking that chance was ridiculous, though. What was I going to do, spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, trusting no one?

It was how I had lived before, but somewhere in the long years of having no magic, I had started wanting to trust people. Weak, my mind insisted, but I wanted something more than revenge and power.

Which meant that I had to take the chance of being the biggest idiot ever.

I stood up with a groan and started back toward Philip. I had walked in the other direction from him earlier, on purpose—but I could always find him. The feel of his magic floated toward me over the stone, partly a vibration in the air, the lifting of the hair on my arms as if the air were charged before a storm, and partly the smell of charred ozone.

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