Jay

I surfaced unwillingly, leaving behind both Storm and Robin in my dream.

For the past day, I’d been drifting in and out of consciousness. At High Wenn, a healer said three fingers must come off now, if I wasn’t to lose more than fingers.

The knife cut quick and clean, but the potion used to numb the pain left me barely conscious. Now, as I awoke, I tried to return to my dream, but the images blurred and faded, the way dreams do.

I hadn’t the ...