Chapter 29 The Soul Refiner's Oath

• The air in the secret infirmary of the Rebel Pack was thick with the scent of burning sage and the metallic tang of drying blood.
• Anna lay on a bed of soft furs, her skin a sickly, translucent white. The black veins that had once plagued Caine and Silas were now writhing beneath her skin like live wires, pulsing with a cold, rhythmic light that seemed to be eating her gold from the inside out.
• "She’s fading, Silas. Her heart is only beating because the Sun Flame is trying to incinerate the poison, but she’s running out of fuel."