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but my nose was sharper than most. I’d sensed her hesitation. It was like the scent of hot stone after rain.
“You have saved me from what… I have… become,” he wheezed. There was gratitude in his eyes. Relief.
“You need… to come. Quickly.” “You shouldn’t be outside of your quarters, Carrion.”
“I thought it was a patch of snow at first,” Swift said. My heart stalled. “Then I saw that it was moving. Running. Fast,” Carrion panted.
Almost. And when the ravening feeders fell upon us, he didn’t immediately die. Shocking.
Once she might have been, but now she was a Fae-vampire hybrid, touched by the gods.
I was connected to him in a way that I didn’t enjoy.
I would feel him wake on the other side of the palace, and his sadness would steal my breath away.
“She doesn’t need a garrote,” Taladaius objected. “It isn’t a garrote. It’s a belt,” Fisher replied amicably. In my head, he said, It’s a garrote.
“There’s no time for this!” “Oh, I don’t know. I think we might be able to spare a minute,” Carrion said. I saw Fisher’s annoyance spike,
“Do you think I can smoke in here?” I jumped out of my skin at the sound of Carrion’s voice.
“The damned thing has mood swings worse than a Faeling whose balls are about to drop.”
But the sadness radiating from him through the connection we shared was stronger than ever today.
“Are you two even list—urgh! They’re not even listening.” Carrion was on his feet,
something within me shifted. A pin falling into place inside the tumbler of a lock. I could suddenly feel the air inside the room.
I’ve never worked a miracle in my life. What gives you… the impression I’d be able to start… working them now?
“They told you it would come. It’s here, now. You must find the book in order to stop it.
Useless, even, stuck here in this shitty fucking palace while everyone else is out there without us.
Taladaius faltered, a spike of something that felt a lot like hurt assuming its place. It was gone just as quickly as it had come.
Again, I went to pick up the crow’s head, but when I reached for it, a rope of fire lashed up my arm.

