Book 5: Crossing the Line

Ingrid

Joli clings to my hand so tightly, I can feel my bones grinding against each other. Like the rest of her siblings, she alternates between craning toward the window and flinching away.

“Do you think we should go?” Cirocco asks no one in particular.

“It is safer in here,” Kaloni answers flatly.

Safer from what? Whatever spooked the horses? But it isn’t my place to argue. Even with Joli holding onto me, I’m the obvious outsider here.

Me, and as far as they’re away, Sash.

Wood crashes outside, and Sibel flinches. How long can he actually tear through this wreckage for? What hasn’t he seen?

As soon as I think that, I realize that he’s making sure that, if there are bodies, they are truly his parents’.

Ice trickles down my spine. It looked like an accident—but could this be more of the same monster who attempted to murder him?

“He’s coming back,” Hova whispers.

I glance out the window at Amval. Shoulders s