Blackfeather Woods You can repent but I warn you,

He had to be. She shouldn't be surprised. It was just more difficult this time as opposed to Aries; Maegi had known the Svartell almost since birth, and even his disloyalty hadn't fully swayed her good opinion of him. Midar, she didn't know from anyone else. Why should she trust his word?

A voice, she said flatly, incredibly unfairly, considering that she'd been hearing voices all her life. Ah, well. No one ever said she was perfect. I suppose you could stay here and heal, at least. And if you're going to be loyal, live up to your word, then you might as well stay after that, too.

Maegi was feeling more deflated with each word, feeling the weight of past days pressing hard on her, pushing, pushing down. . . But we're not staying in these woods, she added, and jerked her head out toward the meadow. If you can walk, I can find you a place out there. It's too dangerous with all of the trees falling down. But then. . .you'd know that, she added, frowning as her eyes scanned his wounds.

Could he even walk? By Jaes, he looked as if he were on death's door.