Leap of Faith

Ryatt

I slide my sword back into its scabbard down my spine and look around the crystalline main wing of the archives in Veiled Valley. My body thrums from the enormous use of power it took to get here. Getting back to Ella is going to be painful, for sure, but if I’m right in my assumptions, Arthur is going to know how to help us.

The little man in question blinks up at me from behind cracked, circular spectacles that are so thick they make his beady eyes look like tea saucers.

“Good evening,” I breathe, and it’s an effort. My vision goes slightly fuzzy as I brace myself on the doorframe to the crystal atrium, the lights of Veiled Valley glimmering in the distance.

“It’s three in the morning.”

“Not where I just came from,” I say. “Do you have whiskey by chance?”

But footsteps nearby catch my attention, and within a second, I’m face to face with Westfall.

Great.

“What are you doing here, Commander?”

Westfall looks me up and down, his dark brows arched.

Arthur, Veiled Valley’s ti