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“Is this the part where you recap our longstanding rivalry for me as if I am unaware?” Xander took the stairs quickly, his hand skimming the railing, the other flitting above his head. “Because if you do that, I’ll know you’re asking me for something that you think I don’t want to give you.” Then he whirled around at the next landing, stopping Damien short. “And there are very few things in that category.” “That doesn’t sound like you.” “Doesn’t it? Death’s at the top of the list.” “That’s more like it.”
The elf pointed down the road to Pippa. “Yeah, and there’s that thing that happened in Dyoktev, you remember, with the centaurs? Where the hostages over-empathized with their captors and didn’t realize they were in danger anymore?” “Dyoktev Disorder, yes!” Pippa shook her head. “She’s definitely got that too.”
“All one ever needs be is threatening.”
There was nothing to be afraid of, she realized, not here and not anywhere. Not when they were together.
“So, you believe in at least one of them gods, don’t ya?” Amma’s mouth went dry, blinking back to her, and her voice came out hoarse, “Uh, well, I guess? All of them, actually.” “Aww, that’s cute.”
He chuckled as he made his way over to where she was heaping praise on both horses in a sugary, sincere voice because of course she was, she knew no other way to speak to dumb creatures, which was appropriate as dumb creatures seemed to like it quite a bit. He certainly did.
“Whoever built this,” said the woman, taking just a moment to glance up at it before passing underneath. “But then the gods threw a tantrum, and this place was razed to the ground. Though it hardly matters, someone did it before them too, and someone will long after we’re gone.”
But then that grin broke. “What’s wrong with you?” Damien’s frown only deepened. “Oh, what isn’t?” he groused.
She could touch flowers and make them bloom, and she could force things to grow larger and fuller, but that wasn’t what the witches wanted out of her, and by the sixth day, she was beginning to worry she would never get it which was rather silly—six days wasn’t long enough to do anything, even for a heroine, but Amma didn’t know this about herself.
Fuck off, said the tree, and Amma actually gasped, eyes popping open. “What happened, dear?” “The tree told me to fuck off.”
“You know if your blood put the talisman inside her, it is only by your blood that it’s coming out.”
Amma was in his arms, she was safe, she was kissing him, and he was complete.