Flashback ( PDFDrive )

After everything Wylie had risked and how hard he’d fought, and—
“He went home to protect his dad,” Dex told her.
“WHAT? Did the Neverseen—”
“He’s just being cautious,” Elwin assured her. “In case Gethen
searched his mind during the attack and found out where he’s living.”
Her heart stumbled. “I . . . didn’t even think about that.”
“Don’t worry—the Black Swan’s on it,” Dex promised. “Blur and
Wraith both went as backup, and Granite’s setting up somewhere for
them to move to. In fact, I bet they’re already in their new place.”
“I’m sure they are,” Tam agreed. “Granite doesn’t mess around
when it comes to Wylie. Or Prentice.”
He definitely didn’t.
Granite had adopted Wylie after Cyrah was killed, while Prentice
was locked away in Exile—and didn’t seem to mind sharing fatherly
responsibilities now that Prentice had been healed.
But Sophie still felt ill. “How bad were Wylie’s injuries?”
“Not bad at all,” Elwin insisted. “Just some gashes and scrapes and
bruises.”
“How is that possible?” she asked. “He got flung across the desert
in that explosion—and what was that, by the way?”
“No idea,” Tam admitted. “I’m guessing it has something to do
with those weird shadows.”
“Probably,” Sophie agreed. “I saw Umber swirl them with normal
shadows before she attacked.”
Tam tugged on his bangs, pulling them lower across his eyes. “Well.
I need to talk to my Shade Mentor about it—which isn’t going to be
fun, by the way. Lady Zillah is intense.”
Elwin flashed a blue sphere around Sophie’s body. “That she is.”