A Queen Of Broken Realms (The Shadow Realm Book 3) by Brynne Weaver

Author:Brynne Weaver [Weaver, Brynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

“Grab what you need. We have to move,” Ashen orders to the others before striding toward me. He squats down next to Ediye, laying a hand on her shoulder. “Tell me what supplies you require. I will gather them.”

Ediye starts slurring a list of ingredients. Rare herbs. Distilled nectars. Stamens clipped from a night blooming flower. Bones and feathers and claws, burnt and ground to fine powder.

I leave them to it, rising to approach Wynter and Roman as they search quickly through the undamaged ampules and pouches, Roman pocketing some as they go.

“You said you need a Healer,” I say, and they exchange a dark look before resuming their search.

“Yes,” Wynter replies.

“Ediye is a powerful Healer. She’ll need a few days to recover, but she can help.”

“In exchange for what?”

“A Resurrectionist,” I say, my heart rioting as I watch another wary glance flick between them. “We will pay. And Mr. Hassan was going to bring materials for an angel to endure the Shadow Realm. We want that too.”

Wynter’s red-rimmed, glassy eyes snap to mine in an accusatory glare. A heated blush blooms beneath a smattering of light freckles that dust her nose and cheekbones. “Why? What are you planning to do to the angel?”

Do to the angel. My blood heats in my veins. So this is what it feels like. This is a taste of what Ashen endures, the distrust at every turn, the loathing, no matter that you’re trying to do the right thing or protect the ones you love. I wouldn’t mind trying to smack those freckles right off her pretty face. The red glow creeps into my eyes despite how hard I wrestle with my rage. “The angel is family. Stop assuming the worst before I lose interest in proving you wrong.”

“You said you needed epiphyllum oxypetallum?” Ashen interjects, and Wynter’s face loses all ferocity as her attention shifts to the Reaper. I don’t miss the hint of desperation in the quickening beat of her heart.

“Yes.”

“Excellent,” Ashen says, showing the label of the ampule they’ve been searching for in his hand. His fingers curl around the vial to hide it from view. His expression turns menacing. My Reaper is clearly done with dicking around. “We will give it to you once you’ve done as we’ve requested. Get the other supplies we require and come with us. Now.”

There’s no further argument, only action.

Wynter lists out materials with precision and efficiency as Ashen and Roman gather them, putting everything into Ashen’s backpack. I stride over to a bookcase on the far side of the room, looking through the titles on the desiccated leather covers of the oldest volumes. Greek philosophers. Roman ledgers. Egyptian incantations. And one, bound in rich brown leather and a layer of filmy preservative, the title in Sumerian. Amagi Dugnamtar.

Book of the Fatespeaker.

Well. That’s about as close as I’ll probably get.

I pull the ancient volume from the shelf and slide my jacket off to wrap the delicate manuscript before starting back toward the others. I halt by the entrance of the kitchen where Mr.

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