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I have no idea how to respond, since I don’t know what she’s thanking me for. As it turns out, I don’t have to, because the girl goes on talking as if she doesn’t actually expect me to answer the question.
“I’m Amity. I just wanted to thank you for agreeing to help my mother. I am your humble servant”—Amity drops to a kneeling position on the floor—“and offer you my servitude as thanks for your assistance.”
“That…” I say, almost forgetting I’ve agreed to nothing, “won’t be necessary.”
She doesn’t seem to hear me, because she starts going on and on about all sorts of plants whose names I’ve never heard of. Come to think of it, I suppose I can only assume she’s talking about plants.
“Yes, it will be necessary,” she says, appearing quite determined. “But only if you actually save Piper,” she ends up adding, I suppose in case I fail. Though I can see why a child would not want to indebt herself to the service of someone she considers a failure. I don’t get a chance to reply before she adds, “Prince Fin says you’re going to go on a trip with him while we journey to the Rip.”
“Does he now?” Honestly, I’m surprised Fin hasn’t fought this tooth and nail. Then again, Asha does hold quite a bit of sway over my brother.
“Yes, he says the male you’re looking for is a merchant who specializes in illegal substances.”
Amity blinks, as if now it’s my turn to speak, though again, I find I have no idea what to say to this child.
“What do you know about illegal substances?” I settle on.
Amity must have been waiting for an opportunity like this one, because she yanks a crumpled piece of parchment from her pocket and hands it to me. “A bunch, actually. There are lots of illegal substances that I think might save Marcus from Queen Abra’s poison. I looked up where this merchant lives.”
“And?”
“And he lives in Sureth.”
“I’m not sure what that means.”
Amity huffs. “It means he lives at the crossroads for all sorts of trading routes. I bet he keeps stock of every illegal substance you could think of. Anyway”—she points to the crumpled piece of parchment I’ve yet to open—“that’s a list of ingredients I need you to get for me so I can save Marcus’s life.”
She says it with so little emotion, it’s rather alarming.
I groan inwardly. How does one explain to a child that, as much as I would love to help her father, I’ll put my wife’s life above anyone else’s? “Amity—”
Impatient with my refusal to look at the list, Amity yanks it from my hands and unfolds it for me, smoothing it out on the table. “Here,” she says, handing it back to me. “Now, are there any ingredients you don’t recognize the names of? I can tell you how to pronounce them and what they look like. That way you don’t get sold the wrong thing.”
I open my mouth to refuse, but Amity’s withering stare has me turning back to the parchment.
I’m about to tell her I don’t recognize any of the materials when my gaze fixes on the fifth item on the list.
“You really think this merchant keeps stock of all these?” I ask.
Amity nods excitedly. “I told you, it’s a crossroads for illegal activity. If it’s crazy illegal, then it ends up in Sureth.”
I check the list again, my gaze transfixing on one ingredient alone.
There, written in a child’s rather neat handwriting, is the only thing that could ever convince me to let Asha go to the Rip without me.
Liquid moonlight.
CHAPTER 22
ASHA
It’s day three of being away from Kiran, and I already feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.
I thought for sure this trip wouldn’t be any worse than waiting around at Othian castle, puttering about to distract myself as we waited on a message that Kiran, Evander, and Blaise were safe.
But somehow, this feels different.
There’s a permanence about our separation that makes my bones ache, my muscles quiver.
