“A tiny, stolen piece,” I said. “I don’t have his blood.” “Blood.” He scoffed. “What do you think gave your lover the best of his power? A drop of a god’s lineage, diluted by a dozen generations? You found his crown, his eye, his heart. How do you think you brought yourself closer to life? Did you think Asar did that? No. You were the one who wielded the eye of Alarus. You climbed out of Srana’s forge, remade. You.”
