Flashback ( PDFDrive )

But a choking sound cut her off, and when Sophie turned back to
the fight, Fitz had his arm pressed against Alvar’s throat, cutting off
his air supply.
“TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE DOING OUT HERE!” he
demanded.
Alvar wheezed. “Heard . . . noises.”
“WHAT KIND OF NOISES?!”
“Hey,” Keefe said, stepping forward and grabbing Fitz’s shoulder.
“He can’t talk if he’s unconscious.”
“And you’re bleeding,” Biana added, leaning on Dex as she pointed
a shaky hand at Fitz’s dripping knuckles.
When neither of them seemed to get through to him, Sophie
stepped closer, whispering in Fitz’s ear, “You have to be careful of
your echo.”
She was honestly amazed he hadn’t collapsed from it already.
He must’ve been a little surprised too, because he reached for his
chest like he needed to check, and Alvar rolled to his side, hacking and
coughing and spitting out some of the red staining his teeth.
“Here,” Sophie said, tearing off a strip of fabric from her sleeve,
reaching for Fitz’s hand and carefully wrapping his bleeding knuckles.
“Ready to tell us what’s going on?” Keefe asked, crouching in front
of Alvar.
“I have no idea,” Alvar promised. “I heard noises outside the fence
and—”
“What kind of noises?” Grizel interrupted.
Alvar wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Crashes mostly. But some
sounded like voices.”