center. Of course. She was the official palace healer. She had tended to the King for months. If any mortal would be invited to his funeral, it would be her. Her eyes bulged, her face drained of all color. Her hands wrung fretfully in her lap. She stared at me as if she didn’t know me at all—as if I were some beast about to devour her whole. My power flickered and dimmed as I grappled to
