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Chapter Thirteen
Gia hadn't been ableto get very far with Wyn, save for his explanation on how he’d slid past her spell. Magic doesn’t always see me, he’d said.
He hadn’t been able to explain more, and she had more pressing concerns—like why he thought his mom could hurt her, and what was going on with her shade.
But Wyn wouldn’t talk. He paced the shelter, oddly looking like a miniature of Sorin with his pale hair and the intent look on his small face. The poor boy had been forced to grow up too quickly and it was one more thing she wanted to shake Amy for.
Mum is scared, Miss Gia. That’s why she’s doing this.
That, or some variation, was all she’d gotten from him. Then Sorin called for her, although it came out more like a summons, his deep, angry bellow carrying easily through the night, despite the rain, wind and thunder.
She actually welcomed the interruption, her frustration and the boy’s fear driving her mad.
Wyn looked anxiously into the night. “It’s not safe,” he insisted.
“Do you think your mother could actually hurt me with a dragon around?” she asked, deciding not to tell the boy it was foolish to worry about her. He had it in his head that his mother was somehow dangerous to her, and he wouldn’t let the idea go.
He clearly trusted Sorin and at her question, he reluctantly smiled.
“You don't think your mother can hold up against him, do you? He’s the Dragon of the Ozarks, after all.”
“That’s a silly name,” Wyn said, taking her hand and following her out into the rain. “He might live here but he didn’t come from here.”
“You’re right all around, Wyn.” Squeezing his hand, she urged him into a quicker walk, the icy rain cold enough to chill even her. But Wyn barely noticed and in the darkness, his deep blue eyes held a faint glow.
She couldn’t help but wonder about his father and what secrets were hidden in his blood.
They rushed up the two sagging steps and into the cabin, both of them coming to a halt just inside the door, which was now a gaping hole.
Gia’s breath exploded out in a furious snarl as she took in the tableau in front of her.
The remains of the door lay in pieces, along with large chunks of wood from the frame, bits of furniture that she assumed Amy had been used as a barricade.
Amy had tried to barricade the door. Stupid girl.
But none of that was what held Gia's attention. None of that had her blood pumping hot and hard through her veins.
No, Gia's attention was riveted on the sight of her shade, trapped in mid-air in a slow spiral.
Although it was clear her shade was hurting, Gia felt nothing.
Somehow, Amy had been able to block Gia’s bond with her shade. Fury boiled to life inside her.
She uncurled her fingers from Wyn’s and looked down at the boy. He met her gaze with sadness, fear...and grief.
Gently, she stroked his wet hair back from his face.
“Thank you, Wyn.”
He blinked and nodded, tears spilling forward to flow down his cheeks. Pulling away, he went over to the corner and stood there, shrinking in on himself.
“Yarrow and wolfsbane.” Sorin bit the words off as if they tasted foul. “Will they hurt you?”
“No.” She clenched her jaw and looked at Amy. “But they’ll hurt her if I shove them down her throat.”
Hearing a soft broken sob from behind her, she forced herself to take a calming breath, closing her eyes for a count of ten. Somehow finding a measure of calm, she looked at Sorin and angled her head at the boy.
Sorin said nothing but by the way his jaw tightened, she knew he’d gotten the message.
