“It is for me to offer,” Jesiba said, and looked down again at Bryce. Tears covered the sorceress’s cheeks. Priestess, Apollion had called her. “To offer what?” Lidia asked. “My life,” Roga said. “My long, wicked life.” She raised her eyes to Apollion again. “That is not possible,” Apollion said. “You cursed me,” Jesiba said, and as puzzled as Hunt was, he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt. “You cursed me to immortality. Now I’m making it a gift: the gift of a Vanir’s long life. I give it freely to Bryce Quinlan, if she wants it.” Apollion snapped, “That curse is for the living.” “Then it is
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