Rowan tore his eyes from where his sister had disappeared behind the Hall of Logic.
The energy from the Creature's destruction filled the air, wrapping around Rowan's lungs like a thorny vine that pierced deeper with each breath. The unnatural form of Disorder made him feel like he was balanced on a razor-sharp wire, just like at the cemetery when they'd fixed the rift.
Wren hadn't moved at all after destroying the creatures who'd attempted to kill the novices. His arms still dangled at his sides. His magic still dripped from his fingers like blood.
A sense of resentment welled inside Rowan as he weighed his desire to leave with Wren to keep him safe against his guilt over abandoning so many people in need.
