“How did he get it?” “He didn’t get it. It was forced on him,” I say. “He’s a corpimancer. Was in the Reach helping with the aftermath of an earthquake. He was ambushed on the road home.” “Or so he says.” “Look, I just learned that Garrett’s the King’s own fucking physician,” I snap, my patience wearing thin. Today has worn me the hell out, and now this guard’s keeping me from burrowing into a warm bed back at the Crux. “You think anyone that’s allowed at the bedside of royalty could just snap and level a city square?”
