CHAPTER 116

Chaol awoke to warm, delicate hands stroking
over his brow, his jaw.
He knew that touch. Would know it if he
were blind.
One moment, he’d been fighting his way
down the battlements. The next—oblivion. As
if whatever surge of power had gone through
Yrene had not only weakened his spine, but
his consciousness.
“I don’t know whether to start yelling or
crying,” he said, groaning as he opened his
eyes and found Yrene kneeling before him. A
heartbeat had him assessing their