“What?” I crane my neck down at where she’s staring, but can’t see anything. “What is it?” “Nothing.” Her voice is odd. She doesn’t look at me. She carefully replaces the folds of my tunic and then stands. Backs away a few steps. “Emissa?” I drag myself to my feet. “What’s wrong?” “You need to give me the Heart.” I snort a weak laugh, though my humour wilts when I see she’s serious. “We have more important things—” “I need it. I need to win the Iudicium.” She looks up, and to my disbelief, her eyes are black again. The obsidian dagger’s resting in her hand. “I can’t risk us getting separated.
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