“How?” I looked up. The Darkling stood behind us, stunned, taking in the impossible sight of the Fold coming apart around us. “This can’t be. Not without the firebird. The third—” He stopped short as his eyes settled on Mal’s body, the blood on my hands. “It can’t be,” he repeated. Even now, as the world we knew was remade in bursts and flashes of light, he couldn’t comprehend what Mal truly was. He wouldn’t. “What power is this?” he demanded. The Darkling stalked toward us, shadows pooling in his palms, his creatures swirling around him. The twins drew their weapons. Without thinking, I
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