Flashback ( PDFDrive )

think it must be the rhythm of darkness. And that is where the song
must begin.”
She closed her eyes, humming again—a lower, more resonant sound
with words too soft to catch.
Warmth stirred under Sophie’s skin.
It was only the tiniest of prickles—a spark with no kindling to
catch hold of. But Flori nodded. “Yes, the song I need lives in
everything that thrives in the dark. That’s where I must listen.”
She folded her legs and nestled into the damp earth, settling in for
the rest of the day.
“Do you need me to stay with you?” Sophie offered.
Flori waved her away. “You have far more important uses for your
time. Go train. I’ll be here, waiting for inspiration.”
• • •
“So . . . the song is a cure for the echoes?” Fitz verified.
“That’s Flori’s theory,” Sophie agreed. “I guess we won’t know for
sure until she finds the right melody.”
It felt strange talking to him out loud, hearing his crisp accent
through her Imparter.
It felt even stranger staring through the screen into his far-toopretty
eyes.
Sophie had talked to Fitz every night since he’d told her she was the
only person he trusted. But all of their conversations had been
telepathic—which was a very different experience. Technically it was
more intimate, with his voice whispering across her consciousness,
each thought vulnerable if she didn’t remember to guard it. But it was
easier in some ways too. She didn’t have to worry about flushed