“Who are you?” she whispered. “Who are you, really?” “Me?” Lashraq shrugged his spines and shoulders at the same time. “I’m the warning.” And as she tried to wrap her head around that, he reached out and clasped her shoulder. His grip was strong; his eyes were kind. “But there will be a boat,” he told her. “And a helicopter. So hold on, Amber. Watch for them. And take the chance when you see it, because I can only give you one.”
