A tremor ran through me, and I stared through Jessia, my eyes glazing over. Trithe. The moment she'd said Soltair was going to be there, I had assumed as much, but...somehow, hearing she would be there only made it even more real. There was no running, no leaving behind the past. Every ghost would be accounted for.
"That was the secret you had for me?" I asked, giving myself a little shake.
"What, not satisfied?"
I gave her an even look. Well, as even a look as I could while gripping my skirt. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"Fine, fine, you're right. I was about to tell everyone that anyway, and I did promise to make it a good one for you. How about that demon who's always hanging out around you? I happened to overhear something fascinating about him. Interested?"
"You mean Fyren?"
