Kaltain laughed quietly. “Who knows what games these people play, and what ends they have in mind?” She rubbed her dirty hands on her face. “My headaches are worse,” she mumbled. “And those wings—they never stop.” My dreams have been filled with shadows and wings, Nehemia had said; Kaltain, too. “What has one to do with the other?” Celaena demanded, the words sharp and hollow.
