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The scribe’s hood falls back, revealing red-rimmed eyes with spiderwebbed veins at his temples.
“Not the silver hair!” the dark wielder with the sword bellows,
“We need her!”
To control Xaden? F...
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no you dumb bitch
His eyes flare in confusion for all of a millisecond before shadows explode around us, immediately devouring every speck of light in a sea of endless black I instantly recognize as home. A band of darkness wraps around my hips and yanks me backward, then brushes my cheek gently,
“Why is it always you?”
“Scared of you?” I shake my head. “Never.” “You will be,” he whispers,
“Fuck, love.”
“That venin by Jack’s cell had silver hair,” I mutter, setting my dagger to an apple and peeling it in one long ribbon. “That’s weird, right?”
irid?”
“And when you come with him, you will remember that I let you live today and choose me, not Berwyn, as your teacher.”
“I am not deceased.”
“Do not dehydrate on my account,”
“Wish I could say the same for you.”
I don’t think they’re limited to lesser magics. I think maybe…they have signets, too.”
reading with Andarna as a backrest
six-letter lock,
First love is irreplaceable.
Cordyn.
merchant Narelle Anselm.
Take her the rarest item you possess—be
Trust only Mira.
“I picked up on a lot of things he was thinking.” I blink. “That’s not how your signet—”
Well, that’s unsettling. And glorious. And horrific. All of the above, really.
“There’s no magic here.” He tugs me against him. “No power. No lure. No taunting reminder that I can save everyone if I just reach for it and take what’s offered. It’s only…peace.”
“but dessert will soon arrive.”
The familiar weight of the orb is comforting in my hand, and I swear I can feel a hum, a swift rise in heat that I know is only in my head, but it’s soothing all the same.
Screams sound around us, and I jerk my head left, finding Xaden’s outstretched hand mid-twist. The unmistakable sound of cracking bone follows, and every guard surrounding us drops to the floor, their heads twisted at unnatural angles. Wisps of barely there shadow dissipate, and the band around my waist falls away with a familiar caress. No, no, no.
I grab the small object on impulse and close my fingers around the pebble-size piece of alloy from my conduit. Agony cracks my soul clean open, as if I can give Xaden some of what he’s just lost as I register the alloy’s chill, its complete and total lack of energy before shoving it in my front pocket.
Does hers always end in silver no matter how short she cuts it? Do her joints fail her? Do her bones break? I need to know. I have to know.
Remember what I did to your brother and tell them.”
any advice I give you would be poisoned by my own grief.
Does he know I’ve brought my new conduit? That there’s a fully charged piece of alloy in my pack?
May only our minds know hunger.”
“She is the criterion.”
“Well-the-fuck-aware,”
