Reign of the Fallen by Sarah Glenn Marsh

Author:Sarah Glenn Marsh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Published: 2018-01-23T00:00:00+00:00

XVII

I’m not sure if anyone saw three necromancers and one huge bear leap into a gateway in the middle of a baron’s lawn by moonlight. Everything was a blur from the time we burst out of the Crowthers’ manor to the moment we arrived in the tunnel and Lysander slowed his pace enough to allow Jax and Simeon to jog briskly alongside us.

“So, about this Tabathy person,” I whisper, flashing Jax a teasing grin in the dimness of the tunnel. We won’t be able to say much once we’re in the Deadlands, unless we want the Shade-baiters to hear us coming. “The best six weeks of your life sounds pretty serious, even if it was secret. What happened?”

Jax shrugs. “She didn’t make me laugh. And she was leaving Grenwyr anyway, once she finished her training. She went home to Elsinor so she and her owl could take a position in the personal guard of some countess.” He scratches the back of his neck and looks away.

“You ever write to her?” I’m not quite sure why I’m suddenly curious, but I can’t suppress the urge to pry a little.

“Once or twice. I write to a lot of girls.” He winks. “I’m a man of many words. Maybe I’ll write to you one day, if you’re lucky.”

Simeon snickers under his breath, but I keep my attention on Jax.

I wish he’d hold my gaze a little longer so I could search his eyes. Maybe this bantering means things haven’t changed between us the way I thought they had. Vaia knows I’ve endured enough change lately to give King Wylding a fit.

Keeping a tight hold on Lysander’s chain with one hand, I use my other to touch Jax’s arm. “Any girl would be lucky to get a letter from you, dummy. Me included.”

“That so?” He looks my way. The sea in his eyes is restless, but after Simeon tosses us a curious glance, Jax keeps his tone light. “You don’t think, given recent events, that my time would be better spent writing to someone else?”

“Maybe. But your friends appreciate letters, too. We care, like it or not.” I smile. I’m not ready to give up my place in his bed, my only escape, just yet. I recall his earlier words and murmur, “Remember, some of us still need you, brother . . .”

“Just like we need you, Sparrow,” Jax whispers. Louder, he adds, “Who else would I write to about all my flaws and insecurities?” He grins, and a silent understanding passes between us. Even though we kissed, we’re already slipping back into our familiar roles as family. Just the way I like it.

“I want a letter from Jax of Lorness, too!” Simeon calls, amusement in his voice. “Assuming we all leave here alive, I’m going to need to hear more about whatever you two are really saying here.” He waves a dagger, eyeing us both. “One way or another.”

I roll my eyes and fall silent as the twilit glow on the horizon grows larger, signaling the start of the Deadlands.

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