Sur’ata’s gaze pierced through me like the shards of glass on the table. “Magic demands balance, Ard-rí, and the betrayal against it demands consequence.” Her fingers tightened almost painfully around my already bruised wrist and I struggled not to wince. “Even as it weakens and dies, it will find a way. You must find your heart and your anchor, or the darkened light will swallow you whole.”
