and the Healer pressed a hand to Scarlett’s cheek. She went lax on the couch, her eyes fluttering closed. Sorin scooped her up and carried her to his room. Briar and Beatrix followed him and stood back while he laid her gently upon his bed, the shadows swirling lightly around her. Her silver hair splayed on the pillows as Beatrix stepped forward and once again began tending to the wound where she’d been stabbed. “What now?” Briar asked when Sorin stepped back to his side to give Beatrix room to work. “Now we wait,” Sorin said. “For what?” “For the stars to come out.”
