“It was his curse.” Gavin opened his hand, and Briony realized he had the ring Carbry had been wearing. It sat in his palm, smeared with blood—just like Innes’s champion’s ring had been. Briony felt a rush of wooziness as he continued to speak. “This is … strong spellwork. It would’ve killed you if you hadn’t stopped it.” “No!” The word burst furiously from Briony’s throat. “I’m not supposed to kill everyone. I’m supposed to save them.” Gavin frowned. “Did you read different tournament rules than I did?”
