But before he leaped away he asked, “Still best friends, right?”A soft smile curled her lips, and her heart pulled back into place. “Forever.

Sophie smiled. “We all have our things.”“Well, yours is weird,” Amy told her.

I guess that makes sense. And by the way—your friends?” Amy glanced over her shoulder to take another peek at them. “Are they in a contest to see who can be the most gorgeous or something?”Sophie had to laugh. “They might be.”“It’s ridiculous,” Amy told her. “Especially Fitz’s family. I mean, seriously, who looks like that?”“Only the Vackers,” Sophie assured her.

Keefe was going to slay her over this

She’d been kidnapped right after—and then her abilities had broken, and Alden’s sanity collapsed, and Silveny was attacked, and Kenric was murdered, and the Council turned against her, and she was banished along with all of her friends, and the gnomish plague was unleashed, and Keefe ran off, and Lumenaria fell, and so many other devastating and distracting things had happened that Sophie had never stopped to wonder . . .

All he said was, “I believe in you, Sophie Foster,” as he raised his pathfinder up to the silvery glow of the moonlight.And Sandor added, “We all do.

I’d heard your powers were legendary

I know this isn’t going to make any of it better,” Sophie said, holding her sister tighter. “But I’ve done this before. The part where it all feels hopeless, and like it’s never going to come together. And you know what? Somehow, it does. It’s never perfect. But it’s usually better than I’d been fearing.

It’s too bad Keefe isn’t here—you two could have a contest to see who whines the most.