Chapter 173 The Shaman's Truth

• Jace POV
• The cave breathes and that's the only way I can describe it. It’s the way the air moves in slow, rhythmic pulses, carrying sage smoke. I press my sleeve against my mouth and follow the Shaman deeper into the mountain, my eyes streaming.
• She moves like water finding a downhill path, her spine bent into a question mark, her feet making no sound on the stone floor. The torchlight throws her shadow enormous against the cave wall, and for a moment I feel something I haven't felt since I was a child standing at the edge of my father's territory in the dark.