Flashback ( PDFDrive )

And that kind of conviction doesn’t go away. He may have forgotten
about it. But if he ever remembers . . .”
Every word made Sophie more desperate to sprint across the room,
shake Fitz awake, and get started on Cognate training. She didn’t care
about the echoes, or any pending humiliation. Because her mind was
spinning new ways—new directions. And it was making her piece
together a whole new set of questions.
Questions she should’ve been asking herself from the moment she’d
woken up in the Healing Center, instead of lying there feeling sorry
for herself:
What if the Neverseen’s attack wasn’t a warning to get her to
cooperate—or their way of trying to find Wylie?
What if all of that had been a distraction?
What if this was really about taking her and Fitz out of
commission?
After all, Umber had focused her attacks on them. And Gethen had
clearly known about the Council’s verdict for Alvar.
What if they wanted to make sure the Black Swan’s most valuable
Telepaths weren’t available when they needed them?
“Relax, Foster,” Keefe said, squeezing her good hand and lacing
their fingers together.
A gentle breeze swept across her consciousness, and she realized he
must’ve also peeled off her glove. The wind was a swirl of purples and
blues—a whisper of mental twilight, brushing away the darkness
gathering in her mind.
Calming the monster before it could stir.
She closed her eyes, letting her breathing match the flow of the
breeze as her pulse slowly steadied.