Chapter  358

ZADE I emerged from the guest room with Lyn at my side, both of us moving slowly because apparently getting thrown into walls by nightwalkers left you sore in places you didn't even know you had. Lynn had healed the worst of our injuries, but there was only so much magic could do for general combat fatigue. "How are you feeling?" Lyn asked, his hand finding mine automatically. "Like I fought a small army," I admitted. "Which, technically, I did. You?" "Like I held three people suspended in mid--air using gravity manipulation while recovering from magical exhaustion," he said dryly. "So approximately the same level of terrible." We'd spent the night in Xenois's guest room, too exhausted to make the trip back to our own territory. Most of the strike team had done the same----warriors scattered throughout the house in various states of recovery. The sun was streaming through the windows now, morning light that felt almost offensive after the darkness of the Silvercrest nest. I could hear