The air almost rushed out of her lungs as knots, lines, and streamers all flared. In that moment, Sal finally understood what a Kaisae was. When Jase had first tried to explain it, she'd called her gender puppet masters, but she'd been wrong. She'd been so wrong. The Emperor called himself a god, and that was closer. Still, she was neither. She wasn't the leash to hold all iliri back. She was the rallying cry. She was the dream of something better.
