I tilted my head back, breathing deeply. It was a clear, moonless night, and after those long months underground, the sight of all that sky was dizzying. And so many stars—a glittering, tangled mass that seemed close enough to touch. I let their light fall over me like a balm, grateful for the air in my lungs, the night all around me. “Alina,” Mal said softly. I opened my eyes. The Grisha were staring. “What?” He took my hands and held them out in front of me, as if we were about to start a dance. “You’re glowing.” “Oh,” I breathed. My skin was silver, cocooned in starlight. I hadn’t even
...more
