“Everything hurts.” Falkan grimaced, rubbing at his leg. “Remind me never to do anything heroic again.” She chuckled over the crackle of the fire. “Thank you—for doing that.” “I have no one in my life who would miss me anyway.” Her throat tightened. But she asked, “If we fly north—to Antica, and finally to the northern continent …” She could no longer bring herself to say the word. Home. “Will you come?” The shifter was silent for a long moment. “Would you want me there? Any of you?” Nesryn turned from the fire at last, eyes burning. “I have something to tell you.”
