Call of Brindelier by Missy Sheldrake

Author:Missy Sheldrake [Sheldrake, Missy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Failure and Regret

Tib

Pink light splashes the wall. Across the room, Maisie moans. I try to sit up and look, but Saesa pushes me down gently. I hold in a groan as my head pounds. Don’t want to draw attention to my own pain. Even with the potion Mya gave me to take the edge off, it hurts. I feel strange, too. Like I’m floating. Without thinking, I reach for the bandage over my eye. I test it gently with my fingertips.

“Don’t touch,” Saesa whispers and pulls my hand away. She’s being annoying. Really annoying. She has been ever since Rian brought me back. Raefe even had to go get the healer because she wouldn’t leave my side. I kept telling her don’t worry about me. Worry about Maisie. Worry about Errie, who we failed. The thought of him in that place makes me seethe. I want to jump up out of this bed and run to free him. To get back to that keep and finish every last one of them.

“He’s almost done,” Saesa murmurs in my ear as she watches the healer work. “You’d better rethink things, Tib. What good will you be getting Errie back with one eye? If he can fix it, you should let him.”

I swear, sometimes Saesa acts more like a mother than a friend. She’s right, though. If I’m going to fight against the Dusk, then I’ll need both eyes wide open. I make my mind up to agree with her. I’ll let him heal me.

Across the room, Maisie gasps and screams and cries out, “Errie!”

I want to go to her and swear I’ll get him back, but my head is too heavy. Saesa’s hand on my shoulder is like a pile of bricks. The healer murmurs something. A rest spell. Like Lisabella’s peace pulse, but stronger. Maisie quiets.

“She lost a lot of blood,” he says to Saesa. “She’ll rest for the night and feel much better in the morning.”

No she won’t, I think to myself as he comes to my side. Not without her son. Even with my good eye closed I feel him near. He’s a powerful healer. One of the best at the Conclave, I bet. They know the Elite there. They respect them. I wonder if he’d be so willing to help me, knowing I’m the reason Maisie’s heart is broken. Knowing I let an innocent boy get taken. Maybe I won’t let him heal me after all. I deserve the pain.

“Tibreseli Nullen,” he sighs and his hand rests on my chest. I open my good eye and look him over. “Turn your head this way.” My jaw clenches and I scowl. “Come, now. You are not the first to try to martyr himself for his mistakes, my child. By the Lady, I urge you to use reason.”

He leans over me like he’s looking into me. I can feel the insistence in him. I remember the pure white conclave. The statue of the weeping mother. The words the old man said: Key to the Skies.

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