Her eyes opened, filled with sorrow and tears. “It will work,” Sawyer said softly. “The winds told you.” Ashtine swallowed thickly before she nodded. “I did not know when. Only that a choice would be made. A Prince of Water would fall. There were three.” Her hand rubbed at her stomach. “I didn’t know …” “Then I am glad it is me, Ashtine,” he said gently.
