35Battle ReadyThe view over the bay was obscured. The heat rising from Boston had hit the cooler Atlantic winds, creating a thick fog that hung in one heavy sheet.
Tazia sat on a huge rock by the sea, a monument to a long-ago battle for freedom, watching the slight undulations of heavy cloud mimic those of the waves beneath. To her, it felt like the other side of the fog bank was a distant world, the one she’d left behind months ago. The one that she lost the moment she clutched Conn O’Cuinn’s dying body to her. That moment was the way she measured time. Before, he was alive and her hope intact. The next moment, he was dead and her hope had shattered into jagged painful pieces.
Even when, minutes later, her soul had been returned to her, it should have been the beginning of a new life, t
