Chapter 18
The water closed over my head, colder than it had been previously. But I wasn’t sucked back into Faery. I wasn’t sucked anywhere...except for the way natural buoyancy tried to pop my body toward the surface.
Rather than giving in, I thrust myself back down with two hard arm strokes then opened my eyes to see Ryder’s face, blurry before me. He didn’t seem to have the same trouble I did staying submerged. Water flowed across his tattoos as if they were fish scales. No goose bumps pebbled his arms.
Instead, Ryder was intent upon our mission. Pulling the Kingmaker out of its scabbard, he offered it to me, eyebrows raised.
Good idea. I was compelled to return only with the sword in my possession. Plus, the Kingmaker was a weapon of Faery. It might propel us back there.
My hand s
