While both Aldriana and Arthur are fighting, Maeve stirs awake. She stretches before opening her eyes, and immediately clamps her hand over her mouth to muffle a scream.
That is not her bedroom ceiling. That is cave ceiling.
She freezes, remembers what happened, and quickly checks Julian.
Julian is sleeping peacefully.
Maeve tries to get a look at his ribs, but he's sleeping on his right side, making it impossible to see the wound.
She sighs.
Fine. His breathing is even and steady. He's sleeping on his right side. He's okay.
Her mind drifts to Aldriana. That healing magic… Aldriana isn't just competent, she's skilled.
But where did she learn it? She doesn't look old. How can she already do advanced spells? She must be terrifyingly talented. I wonder what her element is…
She glances toward her original sleeping spot and frowns.
Empty.
Arthur's spot, empty.
Liam's too.
Huh? Where are they?
