Ghostwater (Cradle, #5)

by Will Wight

What a spine that took, to shake swords at a girl in chains. They had better hope she didn’t remember their faces.

“We may release him when we learn what we need,” she said. “It depends on him.” “Keep him,” Yerin said. The Sage looked at her, expressionless. “I’m stone-serious.”

“Where’s Bai Rou?” Mercy asked. Turning, Yerin glanced from side to side. “I don’t see him, and I don’t see anybody who cares.

Lindon looked toward the trees, opening his spirit to feel for Yerin’s presence. He felt only a flash of power as a black-and-silver blur crashed into him. He stood his ground as Yerin threw her arms around him, squeezing him so tight that his ribs would have cracked a few weeks before.