Crown of Cinders (Imdalind #7)(136)
“Just breathe, Jos,” Ryland whispered, leaning over me. “Focus on something else. Try to find his magic—”
“If he had his magic, do you think he would still be here?”
“Just do it, Jos. It’ll help to keep your mind focused,” Ryland said as the woman began to scuttle back to the counter with a large, mahogany-skinned man behind her, dressed just as nicely as Ryland.
I stretched my magic out as Ryland had commanded as he and the nice man began to chatter in the quick beats of the unfamiliar language.
I tried not to focus on it, to let my mind relax as I moved through hallways, my mind open as I watched people walking calmly, nurses running madly, and people huddled together in panicked sobs.
The busy images I was moving through mixed with the loud noises of the lobby. Everything became a buzzing lull in my head as I continued through them. One hallway after another passed by me as I searched, looking for his magic, looking for anything that would lead me to him.
It wasn’t until Ryland started yelling when I had reached the fifth floor and a heavily guarded room that I felt something. But it wasn’t at all what I would have expected.
A spark so faint I almost missed it of Ovailia’s magic.
It couldn’t be.
I pushed my magic further, past the guards and right into the room where he sat on a bed, propped up on pillows, talking to a doctor, and just as upset as Ryland was now.
Ilyan.
It was him. Even without the magic, even without his hair, it was him.
My heart almost stopped at the sight of him there. Everything in me exploded, desperate to reach him.
I pulled my magic back into me, my vision returning to the lobby just as two guards walked right up to us, their hands already on their guns.
The sight was comical, and I almost laughed at it, but I had something more important pushing into me.
“I found him,” I said to Ryland, pulling his focus from the man who was just as upset as he was.
“Good. Let’s go.”
I turned away from him, ready to run, but he just grabbed my hand, his need clear.
“We don’t have time for that, Jos,” he hissed, his magic surging alongside mine. “We have to go. Screw the repercussions.”
“Okay, boss,” I said as I stuttered, pulling us from the deteriorating situation in the lobby and right into the room I had seen Ilyan in.
I moved fast, freezing the doctor Ilyan had been talking to in place as Ryland blocked the door.
Chest heaving, I turned toward the bed, my heart thundering in my chest as I faced the man I had dreamed about every day and every night for fifteen years.
His eyes full of tears, his face broke out in a smile.
“Mi lasko.”
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