CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
From her perch atop the ship, Kate saw the advance of the New Army along the beach and knew that there would be no way to break through them to escape now. Lord Cranston’s men were trapped as surely as a poacher in steel jaws, unable to press forward or back, caught between two forces that could easily crush them.
And the worst part was that it was her fault. If she hadn’t killed the people she had, if Lord Cranston hadn’t taken her in when the church of the Masked Goddess wanted her dead, his company would probably never have been sent here. She had to fix this. She had to.
Could she summon mist, as she had on the shores near Ashton? Kate reached for that fragment of power, but the truth was that she had no idea how to use it consciously. Worse, things felt… different
