Chapter 42

• We showed up back at our camp with Rhysand lifting Lucas up. We laid him on the ground.
• With a need to get a move on, we painstakingly opened Jason's shirt, uncovering the wellspring of his aggravation. My heart gripped as I saw the injuries - a progression of penetrates damaging his skin, the silver residue that stuck to the edges a bleak demonstration of the peril he had confronted. The acknowledgment struck me like a blow - he had been wounded with silver, a substance lethal to our sort.
• "Silver," I inhaled, my voice touched with a combination of fear and doubt.