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The blood drains from Evander’s face. “Blaise.”
“So you’re possessed too?” I ask, quickly averting my attention back to Asha. It’s one thing to be glad for confirmation that I’m rid of the parasite, but I’m also suddenly glad to have someone who understands. It’s cruel and terrible, and I shouldn’t be happy about it, but I am.
The queen smiles, and though the scars on her face are terrifying, her smile is not. “I suppose I am.” She lets out a laugh. “My magic is not fond of the term, though. He claims we have a symbiotic relationship.”
The fondness with which she speaks about her magic immediately wipes away any feeling I possessed of mutual pain, though that’s probably not fair to her. Those scars had to come from somewhere, after all.
Still, I push to know more, eager to avoid the subject of my death, and sure both Evander and Ellie, who look as though they might shoot to my side to check my pulse any minute now, will steer it back in that direction as soon as I give them breathing room to speak.
“So your magic speaks to you? And it—he—doesn’t control you?”
Asha pauses and presses her lips together. “Yes, he’s been with me a long while, since I was a child. He never spoke to me directly until he deemed it useful to do so.” She rolls her one eye, and a satisfied smile breaks across her lips—the look of someone who has successfully managed to rile a loved one. “But yes, I suppose he can be a bit controlling.” She pauses, and that wicked grin returns before she says, “I will do no such thing. Or are you going to deny that you take control of my voice against my will when you deem it necessary?”
A moment of silence, then the queen says with a smirk, “That’s what I thought.”
Kiran groans and leans back in his chair, tipping his bearded chin upward. “She does this constantly—forgets the rest of us can’t hear it.”
There’s exasperation in his tone, but when his wife sticks her tongue through her teeth and interlaces her fingers into his, a hint of a smile breaks the hard line of his lips.
“How did you get your magic?” I ask, but the queen’s eye flickers with understanding, and I know I’ve been caught.
“It’s our turn to ask a question,” she says, and my heart plummets as I’m forced to remember my and Nox’s games. “Who took you, how did you die, and if you died, how are you speaking to us now?”
“That’s three questions,” I say, shifting uncomfortably.
“I appreciate you taking the time to count them for me,” says Queen Asha, amusement curving her lips. There’s a challenge there, but not the unfriendly sort, and I find it a bit refreshing that she doesn’t feel the need to treat me like a crumbling autumn leaf in her palm.
So I tell them. I tell them of my stepmother selling me to Queen Abra, which results in a series of confused looks being exchanged across the room between my companions. I tell them of the experiments to extract the parasite from my mind and body, though I leave out the details of Nox and Gunter, neglecting to mention either of them by name. There’s something about the way Evander’s entire body has gone stiff on the base of the bed that has me wishing to keep Nox’s crimes toward me tucked close to my heart.
I might never see him again, but I’m self-aware enough to know I’ll be crushed if Evander ever speaks an ill word against him.
Of course, I have to tell them there was a fae there who had been Turned into something else, something different. That the parasite used her own knowledge of the magical properties in his blood to control him, to trick him into finding a way to bind her to my body instead of extracting her.
Asha’s magic seems to find this part of the story most disturbing, and the shiver that quakes through her does not fit with any of the queen’s previous expressions.
When I get to the part about my death, Evander and Ellie both still, and even Kiran’s breathing takes an uptick.
The queen just looks at me with shared understanding.
I skim over the part about why Abra wished to send me away, but Evander’s ears perk at this part, and I can tell he’ll hound me about it later.
When I get to the part about Clarissa, about why I was visiting her in the first place, Kiran interjects. “If you wish to share that information with us, you’re welcome. But we won’t interrogate you about it.”
I nod my head and find myself indebted to the male I once supposed to be cruel.
Of course, I now know he also has a secret.
A secret that seeps through his fingertips.
Perhaps he’s offering me my privacy with the expectation I’ll return the favor, but that seems unlikely. It hadn’t benefitted him at all to calm me last night, yet he’d done it anyway, regardless of the fact that he seems to prefer to keep his power hidden from common knowledge.
He risked his secret so I could grasp onto a moment of peace. A moment to breathe underneath the crashing wake of grief that might have drowned me without the gentle reprieve.
I wonder then if the king might be kind.
Once I’ve informed them to their satisfaction, Queen Asha allows me to resume my questioning.
“What does your magic have to say about all this?” I ask. “Does he think the parasite is truly gone?”
