“This place is lethal,” Azriel insisted gravely. “The wards in there are sticky as tar.” “Yes,” Nesta admitted, “but we’ve come all this way, so let’s see why we’ve been dragged here.” “Why she’s been dragged here—by that star.” They both turned toward her at last, expressions taut. Bryce composed her own face into the portrait of innocence as she asked, “What is the Prison?” Nesta’s lips pursed for a heartbeat before she said, “A misty island off the coast of our lands.”
Is that the same isle where its always twilight that the asteri said her starborn ppl originally came from???
