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“Godlight,” she told me. “The godlight you produced last night was blinding. If you weren’t in the Vault, the entire city would have seen it. I felt it all the way to my bones—outside. It’s not enough to get us through the portal tunnel and to the Underworld, not right now, but I believe that once you consume my Ichor, you will be able to harness enough power to do it.”
But the voice in the back of my head, this time that of a man’s, was there to warn me just like in all the other dreams—no magic, not for any reason, ever. No magic. Squeezing my fists around the railing once more, I continued to watch the sky in silence, until the ache in my gut faded away together with the light of the sun.
Shade leaned back to look into my eyes. “I was wrong to be so afraid of you coming here, Snowflake. You’re so much stronger than I realized at first. But strength means nothing if you don’t use it, if you don’t mean to use it, no matter who you’re up against.”
My eyes closed again, and I focused on breathing. “I was there,” I whispered, and he never stopped touching me. Never stopped kissing me. “In the last trial, when I disappeared, I went to this place that could have been the Underworld and I was made to drink from the Mnemosyne to pay for the memories I took from the Sphinx with one of mine. The goddess chose the night my parents died, Shade. I saw all of it from the outside. All of it, in detail.”
“Looks good on you,” Shade said, raising a thick brow. I rolled my eyes. “You’re only saying that because it’s yours,” I teased. But he came closer and closer until his mouth was right next to my ear. “So are you,” he whispered, leaving me more breathless than the view did.

