“What…what did I do?” My voice trembled with the rest of my body. “You took his power,” my father answered, his smile widening. “I didn’t…” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to control my ragged breath. “You did.” His words were dripping with triumph, and his eyes, gods, his eyes looked crazed as he said the next words. “A siphon is a rarity. A weapon.”
