Chapter 814 I'm Dying

• Lexa
• Bright pain laces down my back with every step as I walk out of the woods and onto pearls of gravel. I’m not sure where I am, but it’s not the port. A shadow rises in the near distance. My vision ebbs in and out–a wall. The Glade. I’m standing on a rise and looking down at the city, at the capital of Pantharas, and beyond.
• My knees give out. Blood trails down my back. Hands grip my arms, yanking me upright. “Kaleb?” I croak, squinting against a rush of bright light threatening to blind me, but everyone around me is speaking in the fae tongue–and rapidly.