Chapter 393: The Only Way Is Up
Sophia tore a long strip from the hem of her cloak.
The fabric resisted for a second before giving way with a rough rip that echoed faintly through the hollow chamber. The sound made her flinch instinctively. Everything inside this nest felt too loud, like the walls themselves were listening.
She crouched back beside the boy quickly.
Tarin's wrists were thin beneath her fingers, the bones light and fragile like a bird's. His skin felt cooler than it should have been, and that alone tightened something anxious in her chest. She wrapped the torn fabric around his hands carefully, looping and knotting it just tightly enough to keep the venom from spreading further without cutting off circulation.
"Okay," she murmured softly, more to herself than to him. "That should slow it a little more."
When she lifted her gaze to his face, her breath caught.
