Book 8: Giving Up the Ghost

Kenna

“You’re not jumping like this,” Dad says sharply as he slams the door shut in the room he just booked for me in an inn in Opal Hill. 

I tuck my trembling hands behind my back and squeeze my fingers to stop them from shaking. He spirited us here, thank the Goddess. If I had to spend another second in Evander’s company, I would have lost control of my already exhausted powers, but I’m still on the verge of dropping into my shadow, and Dad knows something is wrong. 

His silver eyes–the same shape and shade as mine–hold my gaze with an intensity that makes me want to look away and submit, but I stand my ground. 

“I want to go home.”

“Too bad, Kenna. I’m not leaving Granger and Evander here alone to be tended by whatever healer they have in this village. You need to heal him.”

“I already gave him my tears. I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

“What is the matter with you?” he asks, sounding more than sh