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“Because if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about,” she says, “we would need enough power to lure an entire host of Others out of Az’s control, across miles, to make it through the Rip.”
“I’m not. Powerful enough, I mean.”
Blaise narrows her eyes in question.
“But what if I knew of a way to escalate my power?”
Blaise looks skeptical. Fair enough. I’m rather skeptical myself, but still…
“You said the Rip gave Asha more power when she was close to it, didn’t you?” I ask.
“Yes…but I still don’t know if it gave her that kind of power.”
“But that was when the Rip was closed. The Rip is open now. One would think that means there’s more power to draw from. Or that it would at least be easier to access.”
Blaise’s gaze drifts off. “I’m still not convinced it would be enough.”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t think it would be either. But…” I sigh. “What have you heard about faerie-made flutes?”
“Um. Not a lot. I’m not exactly well-versed in music.”
“Right,” I say, rubbing at my forehead.
Then I tell her of the forest faeries.
“You mean to tell me you once had a faerie flute, basically a super flute, in your possession and you tossed it into a body of water?” Blaise asks, arms crossed as her eyes bulge. Her voice is calm, but she’s bouncing up and down on her heels.
“Technically, I buried it in the ground.”
“You’re right. That’s so much better.”
“I know.”
“Why? Why would you do that?”
I shrug. “The man who raised me…I had a good idea of what he would want to do with that kind of power. The kinds of things he would make me do. At the time, I still planned on going back to him, so it seemed easier to bury it than to…”
“To have to tell him no?” Blaise’s tone is softer than I would have expected.
I nod, crossing my arms.
“Alright, then. So where is this flute? And more importantly, is there a series of caves along the way?”
CHAPTER 77
ZORA
“What’s it like?” Farin asks. He’s lying on his belly, propping his chin in his hand.
Staring at me.
I actually manage to sit myself up this time, though I have to groan and lean against the wall for support. Still. It’s progress. Much better than I was a few nights ago, when the cold had me ill enough to think letting Farin hold me through the night was a good idea.
It was not.
Okay, so I suppose from a survival standpoint, it was the right move. But allowing Farin to keep me from dying from the cold is akin to asking a spider to assist you in getting untangled from its web.
“What’s what like?” I ask, wishing to distract myself from the memory of Farin’s warm hands wrapped around my waist.
