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It’s a heck of a lot harder clio about it without getting e, a difficult thing to do since theisn’t that big Slowly, carefully, I let , which had been inside the inn, pulls over the edge and scrapes down the side wall I have no idea howabout it

I grab the rope with o of the sill with htentoo fast My palms burn until I hit my first thick knot and yelp--softly, so as not to draw attention I glance up at the onder if I should try to get back inside Shaking rit h my palms I meet another knot Then another

There’s blood on the white cotton now I’round when it hurts too e to land on s and I cru cold air intoan idiot I a a stunt I’ve seen done only on TV I could have broken my neck

But I didn’t, I remind myself I’m alive I’m outside I’rass, I push to my knees and stand I wait a second for a wave of dizziness to pass--God, I need some sleep--then quietly lance over my shoulder

Aren Shit Heafter all and followed ives it a little tug, then turns his silver eyes on ive you that"

His hands don’t look sheet-burned Mine are on fire I try to hide them, try to appear unconcerned that he’s interrupted my escape attempt, but when he strides forward, I tense What if I’ve e his mind? What if he thinks it’s too risky to keep me alive?

He doesn’t hit or scold ic Blue lightning skitters down his arainst es It feels good now So does the electric tingle pulsing towardenough for soed blue lines to leap froht I watch the them as well

"Edarratae," he says "Chaos lusters"

"I knohat they are," I tell hi, the edarratae, sends careening throughmy hand free

"You could have killed yourself" He releasesthe watch strapped around my wrist This palm isn’t hurt as badly as the other, but he heals the skin with another waraze meets mine "Yes Yes, it would have"

I don’t like the way he continues staring into my eyes It reminds me of Kyol and howextraordinary, just a plain brown color a few shades darker than htly different from a fae woman’s--my cheekbones aren’t quite as pro the rest of ht noish he would because the intensity of his gaze coupled with his chaos lusters triggers a warht to feel like this, especially not with Aren, son of Jorreb

I break eye contact, willingto those soft silver eyes I try to tug one so I can think clearly