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I pull the bloodied knife away, slipping my hand into my wound. My muscles shake as I fight through the radiating pain, but then my fingers wrap around something smooth.
When my hand reemerges, it’s holding a stone.
Not any stone, I realize.
A leeching stone.
For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it’s my Flame, if my father never gave the bounty hunters all they asked for, if that’s why they killed him. But even as I hold it in my bare palm, I know that’s not what this is. Az has my powers.
Besides, I would feel my Flame. I would know if it was contained here. It would call out to me, I’m sure of it.
Nothing calls out to me from this stone.
It’s empty.
Leeching stones. Used to transfer magic from one being to another.
He must have carved me open, slipped it inside my body and allowed the wound to heal before the bounty hunters arrived to take me and Fin away.
But why give me a leeching stone with no powers?
If he had been wishing to help, why not give me something with which to defend myself?
Unless he didn’t want me to take.
Unless he wanted me to give.
The leeching stone buzzes to life in my hand at the thought, but I don’t know how to use it. Don’t know if this ridiculous plan that’s forming within my frazzled, anguished mind will even work.
I glance down at Asha, and I know I have to try.
“Will you help me?” I ask.
“Of course,” Blaise answers, but I’m not talking to her.
I crane my head toward the orb floating across the room.
It seems smaller than when it first rose from Asha’s chest. Like the blue flame at the tip of a dwindling wick.
“Will you help me?”
At first, I think the Old Magic isn’t planning on answering me, but then it slowly drifts, stopping a hair away from the leeching stone.
I open my mouth to explain, but the Old Magic speaks first. “I understand what you wish to do. But do you understand?”
I nod. “Of course, I’d do anything for her.”
“It might not work. Asha is dead. The power you would need to undo that would need to be immense.”
Something rises in my chest. “I know.”
“I am uncertain you will survive. It’s not been done before,” he says, but there’s no need, because I don’t care.
“I know.”
“Kiran,” Blaise says.
I offer her a faint smile. “You’ll tell her I love her? That I couldn’t imagine a world without her? That this was the best thing I had to offer the world, in giving her back?”
