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toxin.
    And then he remembered the voice of the living green. Had it saved him?
    No, the living green said in his mind.
    Then who? he asked.
    You did.
    How?
    Your magic.
    But my magic doesn’t work that way. And the living green had never spoken to him before he’d gotten sick.
    Mirth. No voice that you’d understand.
    But now I can.
    Yes.
    Why?
    You are of the forest.
    But I’m alive.
    Yes. Alive like trees and plants.
    Kerrick’s temples pounded. Definitely alive. But how much time had passed? The living green showed him a tree’s small growth—its measure of time, but not helpful.
    Concentrating on his immediate needs, Kerrick pushed all his other concerns aside for now. First he found edible berries, roots, and nuts with ease. A stream nearby quenched his thirst. As for clothing, Kerrick decided to stay camouflaged until he could slip back into the infirmary cave. He’d left his pack and the rest of his clothing with Avry.
    Avry. He remembered her emotional reaction to their reunion. She had thought he’d died fighting the northern tribesmen, and then when he’d been poisoned she’d kept him at arm’s length most of the night.
    Did she believe he’d died again? He hoped not. Hurrying northeast, Kerrick noted the location of the various patrols and avoided them. He had awoken much farther from the cave than he recalled. As he drew closer, he slowed. No one guarded the front entrance. Not good.
    He looped around to the back. Deserted, as well. Waiting proved difficult, but he didn’t want to walk into an ambush. Well, not naked and unarmed.
    After an hour with no signs of activity, he stepped from the forest. Or rather, he tried. A force dragged him to a stop. Pouring every ounce of strength into his legs, he managed a couple more steps. But his feet acted as if they’d grown roots and he stumbled to another halt.
    The pull to remain in the forest was like no other he’d encountered. If felt as if an invisible net had been thrown over him and tied to a tree’s trunk. Perhaps it was the living green’s way of warning him. He drew power and the force eased. Odd. He stepped closer to the cave, but the force increased. More magic meant more distance.
    Not stopping to analyze it, Kerrick gathered as much power as he could and sprinted. He had enough energy to confirm the cave had been abandoned and to find the message from Flea.
    Weak and drained, he crawled from the cave toward the forest. Each inch a relief until he collapsed just past the border.
    As he lay panting and spent, he’d realized he hadn’t needed to use his magic to find food or to locate the soldiers. That had required no effort. Unlike leaving the forest, which required a feat of strength and considerable endurance.
    The living green’s comment repeated in his mind.
    You are of the forest.

CHAPTER 6
    I had mere moments to act. Once Odd and Hogan were taken to the enemy camp, I’d have no chance to rescue them. I considered my options. One—wait until they were out of sight, drop down from the Death Lily, and chase after them. Then what? It was twelve against one.
    Two—drop down before they left, surprising them. Then what? It was still twelve against one.
    Three—I had nothing. What did I have? A Death Lily and a dozen Peace Lilys. But they didn’t know the others were Peace Lilys.
    Vines? I asked the Lily. Grab the men? Will the Peace Lilys help?
    Yes. They go.
    Drop me down, I’ll distract them while you and your friends ensnare them. Okay?
    Yes. Taste them?
    Despite what I’d contemplated earlier, the thought of the Death Lily snatching each soldier and essentially killing him or her didn’t sit well with me. No. Please let them go after we disappear into the mines.
    Agreement pulsed.
    Thank you. Okay, drop me...now.
    The Death Lily yanked its barbs from my arms and spat me onto the ground. I yelped as I hit hard, rolling. Disoriented for a moment, I lay there. But the voices of the soldiers returning to investigate reminded me