Book 5: For Every Star

Ingrid

“The Goddess’s will is often far more complicated than any of us can guess,” Halit says, blood streaked on her cheek from the arrow she took to the shoulder before fleeing the altar.

Laughter ripples through the temple. I know, from my second march up here, that the healthy hold up the wounded from every side of the battle that just occurred. The battle that shines on the pale white of the bandage covering half of Amval’s face in the moonlight.

Tazi says she’s not sure if his sight will ever come back in that eye, but she’s sure he’ll survive. And, fuck, that’s all that really matters. That’s why I needed to marry him now. Even though he’s wearing a bloody blanket tied around his waist, and I’m wearing a cloak Raven made Altair and Vespera hide under before she shifted to join the fight. Even though my head throbs with the one attack Recai