“Are my eyes red?” Sloane shakes me, or maybe she’s shaking and simply holding on to me. “Are they red? I swear I didn’t reach, Violet. I didn’t take anything from you on purpose! Oh gods, am I turning venin?” “She is as Naolin was,” Tairn says. “You’re not turning.” I take her hands from my shoulders and stare into the darkness as footsteps sound, talons clicking along the rock. “I’m not?” “Your signet manifested,” I whisper, my eyes straining to see into the cave opening. “You’re a siphon.” Andarna walks into the light, but it’s not the blood covering her mouth that catches my attention—it’s
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