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Sirsha

Sirsha didn’t recognize the form Div took. It was tall, broad, and hooded, and Quil staggered away from it like he’d seen a bleeding jinn, his back to the bars of one of the cells.

“You fight well, my boy,” Div said in an oily voice, wielding a weapon as well as any Mask.

The eyes, Sirsha wanted to scream.Look at the eyes!But she couldn’t draw Div’s attention until she was certain she could bind her. The chains sapped Sirsha’s strength—it was all she could do to remember she had magic.

“You’re not him,” Quil said. He’d recovered himself, and now matched Div’s attack stroke for stroke. “He’s dead.”

“Of course he is.” Div smiled, showing more teeth than possible for a human. “His spirit moved on. But his pain? His suffering and hate? I got all of it. Wouldn’t it be better to know some parts of your father, boy, instead of nothing at all?”

Quil whipped his sword at Div, and she hissed when it cut into her. Then the creature chuckled as the wound healed. Tas attacked Div from the back, but the creature flicked him down the cellblock with a twitch of a finger.

The Tel Ilessi, having cast off the Ikfa, called up the wind and pinned Tas to the wall. She was so focused on the spy that she didn’t notice Arelia until she’d barreled into her, knocking the Tel Ilessi on her back.

“Do you know what your father wished for you before your aunt murdered him, boy?A brother at your back.But your brothers aren’t brothers, are they? You let one die. That one”—she nodded to Tas, dodging the Tel Ilessi’s attacks—“only listens to you because you’re his crownprince and he has no choice. The other is filled with seething hate—”

“Lies!” Sufiyan had staggered to his feet and now shot arrow after arrow into Aiz, each one bouncing off her air shield. “I’d describe my internal state as seething irritation at the most, you ugly demon spawn. Quil’s not that bad most of the time—aaa—”

Cero, with two arrows in his chest, managed to stagger up and tackle Sufiyan. Of course—he might want his old friend free from Div, but he didn’t want her to die in the process.

Sirsha growled as she lurked in the darkness of her cell. She ached to bind Div, to squeeze all the vitriol out of the monster and send it back to the oblivion it came from. Her friends were suffering—Tas bleeding badly from a head wound and scrambling for his sword. Arelia on her back, mouth open in a silent scream as the Tel Ilessi stole her breath. Cero and Sufiyan grappling on the floor, the latter kicking, clawing, and biting to get an upper hand.

Wait for the last possible moment.

“You are a creature of pain—born upon a wave of death—” Div’s voice rose and her form changed as she took on the Tel Ilessi’s face and form. Even as Div clashed her scim against Quil’s, she leered at him, a twisted approximation of a lover. Sirsha cringed back, certain the creature would sense her. But she was wholly enthralled with Quil, who moved like quicksilver as he fended her off, his shoulders squared. “Mmm, I did not sense it before! You carry magic of your own, buried deep. Memory—but it’s more than that, so much more. What’s in that head of yours?”

“Put the scim down and find out, why don’t you,” Quil taunted with an uncharacteristic and distressing disregard for his life.

With Div so distracted, Sirsha called to the elements.What is she?she asked.Show me.The wind shrieked, the earth rumbled, and a vision of water filled her mind, a roiling ocean teeming with immense creatures, a flash of yellow sky.

Owa Khel—the Empty. The place that held the suffering and misery of millennia. Sirsha’s suspicions were correct.

The monstrosity of such a thing wandering through the human world made Sirsha’s skin shrink in terror. The Nightbringer had unleashed the Sea of Suffering in the Battle of Sher Jinaat, twenty years ago. Though it had been for only a moment, it had killed thousands and nearly consumed the world.

Div must have emerged when the wall between worlds was thin. Made a home in the Tribal Desert and lured people to her. Murdered them, fed on suffering, growing stronger and stronger until she found someone evil or desperate enough to free her.

How had she gotten into people’s heads?The book.Though, if that was the case, Div would have needed an original anchor. Some twisted soul with whom she’d made contact when she arrived in the world. Sirsha thought of the story the Tel Ilessi told Quil. Of the First Durani, the monstrous storyteller who locked Div away.

Yes, the earth whispered to her.The First Durani told a story that was not meant to be told. She became Div’s anchor. Now, finally, you understand.

Understanding wouldn’t help Sirsha’s friends. They were supposed to have killed the Tel Ilessi, but she was too strong. Arelia and Tas lay unmoving on the floor, and the Tel Ilessi whipped Sufiyan away from Cero, slamming Suf against the cellblock door. Only Quil stood unyielding, retorting to whatever horrors Div whispered at him, defiance carved into every muscle of his body. Fearless. Alone.

No longer.

Sirsha rushed forward, flinging the chains at the Tel Ilessi, pulling them tight. As they had before, they cut through the woman’s magic like a hot knife through butter. She stumbled back, weak, and Sirsha swept up the manacles—fallen from Arelia’s hands—and clapped them onto the Tel Ilessi’s wrists.

The Tel Ilessi screamed. Sirsha had struggled to suppress a scream herself when she put those accursed chains on so Div wouldn’t sense her. The pain would be crushing for someone of Aiz’s power—and despite the repugnance of the Tel Ilessi’s actions, Sirsha felt a twinge of sympathy for her.

Not enough to let her live. Sirsha tore a dagger from her belt, fully intending to stab the Tel Ilessi. But Sufiyan, free of the Tel Ilessi’s magic, knocked Cero unconscious. The snarls coming from Sufiyan’s throat as he surged toward the Tel Ilessi raised the hair on Sirsha’s neck. She only just managed to get out of his way before Sufiyan stabbed the Tel Ilessi in the chest. “For Ruh—for Ruh—for Ruh—”

Aiz screamed for Div, but the monster ignored her, her attention fixed on Quil. He was hissing to Div now, luring the creature in, even as Div wrapped a tendril of magic around Quil, slowly pulling his life from him, savoring the way he fought her before she would inevitably tear out his heart.

Sometimes, the only way to blunt the violence of twisted magic is to confront it with its opposite.

Sirsha gathered her binding magic into a lasso and cast it about Div, yanking it mercilessly.

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