2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

CHAPTER
37
“NO!” Amren screamed, at the door in an instant, her fist a radiant forge as she slammed it
into the lead—once, twice.
And above—the rush and gargle of water tumbling downstairs, filling the chamber—
No, no, no—
I reached the door, sliding the box into the wide inside pocket of my leather jacket
while Amren’s blazing palm flattened against the door, burning, heating the metal, swirls
and whorls radiating out through it as if they were a language all her own, and then—
The door burst open.
Only for a flood to come crashing in.
I grappled for the threshold, but missed as the water slammed me back, sweeping me
under the dark, icy surface. The cold stole the breath from my lungs. Find the floor, find
the floor—
My feet connected and I pushed up, gulping down air, scanning the dim chamber for
Amren. She was clutching the threshold, eyes on me, hand out—glowing bright.
The water already flowed up to my breasts, and I rushed to her, fighting the onslaught
flooding the chamber, willing that new strength into my body, my arms—
The water became easier, as if that kernel of power soothed its current, its wrath, but
Amren was now climbing up the threshold. “You have it?” she shouted over the roaring
water.
I nodded, and I realized her outstretched hand wasn’t for me—but for the door she’d
forced back into the wall. Holding it away until I could get out.
I shoved through the archway, Amren slipping around the threshold—just as the door
rolled shut again, so violently that I wondered at the power she’d used to push it back.
The only downside was that the water in the hall now had much less space to fill.
“Go,” she said, but I didn’t wait for her approval before I grabbed her, hooking her feet
around my stomach as I hoisted her onto my back.
“Just—do what you have to,” I gritted out, neck craned above the rising water. Not too
much farther to the stairs—the stairs that were now a cascade. Where the hell was
Rhysand?
But Amren held out a palm in front of us, and the water buckled and trembled. Not a
clear path, but a break in the current. I directed that kernel of Tarquin’s power—my power