I searched the grounds, desperate for someone—anyone—to explain. Reaching inward, I called upon the air and fire elements. Nothing. Not a flicker of connection.
Nomarekem. No dragon bond. No elements.
“This is a place without magic.” The words left me hollow.
I turned to Fallon Fitzroy. She stood with her arms crossed, the sun catching on the purple gems set in her metal headband—undoubtedly my brother’s craftsmanship. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, though she forced them back, refusing to break.
And in that moment, I couldn’t summon the need to lash out at the girl who had been an elementalthorn in my side—though not the thorn I preferred, since she led us to the Hollow. Fallon Fitzroy had been nothing but an enemy of friendly fire since the day I met her.
I swallowed hard, exhaling before I spoke the truth that might well be my doom.
“This is the Forgotten Realm. And now you’re stuck here with me.”
Fallon’s eyes widened.
“And me,” said a light voice to my right.
We spun toward the sound. A tall woman leaned casually against the stone wall, long curls of brown hair spilling over her shoulders. She wore leathers I didn’t recognize, her brown eyes sharp as steel—yet her smile was disarmingly warm.
“Hey, Row,” said Delaney Salvitto.
