prologue

Fitz ignored the voices shouting around him. They didn't understand. He had a chance to bring her back, and he was going to take it.

He felt strong arms trying to pull him away from the side of the bed, but Fitz gripped the frame so tightly, that he didn't need to look to see if his knuckles were white. He could feel it, and he didn't care. That wasn't important right now. She was all that mattered.

Fitz knew that her mind was stronger than his. He knew that the odds were stacked against him. He knew that she was her own worst enemy, and that he was about to take that enemy on for the both of them.

He concentrated on the path that lead him into her mind, blocking everything else out. Fitz wasn't about to let her lose this battle in her mind without losing it as well. He was going to fight until he couldn't anymore, because they were cognates. If she fell, he would as well.