#Chapter 80 – Our Own Hands

“Where’s her voice!?” Anton shouts the moment we arrive back in my room, glaring hard at Nic. He moves close to me, cupping my cheeks in his hands. “I – I don’t know,” Nic stumbles out, holding a hand up towards me. “Death took it – he can give it back – but –“ “Can you get it back for her!?” “It’s not…a thing which he’s keeping in a box,” Nic says with an apologetic shrug. “I can’t just go get it.” I take a big breath, though, and begin to brush the tears from my cheeks, my horror and surprise quickly beginning to be replaced by my more typical rage. I step forward, giving Nic a steady nod, letting him know that it’s okay and that he can go. “Are you sure?” Nic asks, hesitating. “What, can you do anything?” Anton snaps, glaring hard at my Herald. Nic sighs and hangs his head before he nods once and disappears. I turn to Anton, my mouth set into a thin line. He returns his hands to my face, his thumb stroking a line over the edge of my cheekbone. “Juniper, are you ok