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For the Saturday Girls…
Her brother who was supposed to be the one to end this war. Her brother who had been foretold.
Didion wants to say goodbye. Wants to probably say more than goodbye—”
When the sun shines at night, he who will bring an end to war on this land shall be victorious. He shall be an heir, twice over, and a rightful sovereign over the continent.
Heartstop was outlawed in Evermore. Of all the heart magic, Heartstop, the crushing of a heart within its owner’s chest, took the heaviest toll on a magician. The first taking of a human life ripped one’s own heart, and every subsequent kill sliced further and further. Rory had had to learn this complex magic from scratch, as only Bomardi used heart magic. Just as only Eversuns used mind magic.
Magic pulled from the mind did not exhaust the body, whereas magic from the heart took a greater physical toll. Heart magicians had always needed to rely on animal familiars to keep their strength for prolonged magic use.
Finn Raquin with his dark skin and darker eyes was half Eversun himself; his parents had been one such convenient marriage.
And then there was someone far harder to decipher. Icy cold most days, only to thaw at the oddest moments. With strong hands and opaque eyes, a wicked mouth and a silver tongue. Who inspired as much fear and uncertainty in her chest as he did yearning.
He flung the doors open, and then she was face-to-face with Toven Hearst. The eyes she’d realized years ago weren’t fully gray, but also speckled blue, stared directly into her. She should have cast another spell to soften her heartbeat. He must hear it. His hair fell across his forehead, fine and so pale that the gray was almost silver. The last time she’d seen this man, he’d been hunting her through the woods and killed the people that got in his way.
“Tell me what? Why are we being held here?”
Larissa smiled cruelly. “It’s for the auction.”
“Absolutely,” Toven said. “I am accustomed to having the finest thing in the room, after all.”
There was a saying in Evermore: The demon who has shaken your hand is better than the one who hasn’t.
