2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

air, blinking at the bruised purple and blushing pink of the morning sky.
A sputter and gasp not too far from me, and I treaded water as I turned in the bay to see
Amren vomiting as well—but alive.
And in the waves between us, onyx hair plastered to their strange heads like helmets,
the water-wraiths floated, staring with dark, large eyes.
The sun was rising beyond them—the city encircling us stirring.
The one in the center said, “Our sister’s debt is paid.”
And then they were gone.
Amren was already swimming for the distant mainland shore.
Praying they didn’t come back and make a meal of us, I hurried after her, trying to keep
my movements small to avoid detection.
We both reached a quiet, sandy cove and collapsed.
A shadow blocked out the sun, and a boot toed my calf. “What,” said Rhysand, still in
battle-black, “are you two doing?”
I opened my eyes to find Amren hoisting herself up on her elbows. “Where the hell
were you?” she demanded.
“You two set off every damned trigger in the place. I was hunting down each guard who
went to sound the alarm.” My throat was ravaged—and sand tickled my cheeks, my bare
hands. “I thought you had it covered,” he said to her.
Amren hissed, “That place, or that damned book, nearly nullified my powers. We
almost drowned.”
His gaze shot to me. “I didn’t feel it through the bond—”
“It probably nullified that, too, you stupid bastard,” Amren snapped.
His eyes flickered. “Did you get it?” Not at all concerned that we were half-drowned
and had very nearly been dead.
I touched my jacket—the heavy metal lump within.
“Good,” Rhys said, and I looked behind him at the sudden urgency in his tone.
Sure enough, in the castle across the bay, people were darting about.
“I missed some guards,” he gritted out, grabbed both our arms, and we vanished.
The dark wind was cold and roaring, and I had barely enough strength to cling to him.
It gave out entirely, along with Amren’s, as we landed in the town house foyer—and we
both collapsed to the wood floor, spraying sand and water on the carpet.
Cassian shouted from the dining room behind us, “What the hell?”