Onyx Storm (The Empyrean, #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

occasions he sits in on my sessions. I’ve seen things he never will, touched pieces of history he didn’t know existed. Just like my father. Mira and Garrick are released back to the front on March twenty-eighth, the last day of our inquisition. Drake departs for Cordyn. Brennan arrives from Aretia to mend my ribs. Xaden is hauled into Senarium meetings while being returned to his position as a professor. And the rest of us go back to class. For having missed more than three weeks, I’m only completely lost in physics and mildly confused in history, since all my studying prior to the trip had nothing to do with Braevick absorbing Cygnisen under Porom the First. If not for Rhi’s notes, the three of us would drown academically, and I’m sure Aaric feels the same about Sloane. But it’s Battle Brief on our first day back that shows just how much damage can be done in three weeks. Suniva is far from the only city to have fallen. In fact, geographically speaking, it’s an outlier. “That’s not possible,” I whisper, staring at the map from my seat. How many dark wielders