Page 72 of Beyond the Faerie Gate

“Where are we?” He’s switched to a true whisper now, like he’s afraid to wake her.

“Siabetha Temple,” Jaro says, leaving the chair—which creaks in protest—and extending his hand, as if to clasp forearms.

Bree slides backwards on the bed, trying to get away.

“Don’t touch me,” he hisses.

Jaro holds his hands up in silent apology. The púca stares at them for a second, before dropping his attention back to Rose.

“She burned the Toxic Orchid to the ground,” Jaro explains. “She didn’t know how to use magic, so it took more out of her than it should.”

Bree’s expression, already captivated, turns awestruck.

“Come,” Kitarni says, breaking his stare with her soft order. “There is a bath in the next room, and food. You look like you need both.”

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