Page 131 of Thief of Souls
Train me?
I can’t stop myself from thinking of how easily he walks through shadows. He trapped me with but a single move.
If I knew how to do that, then maybe…. Maybe I could steal back the soul-trap with my soul in it. Maybe I could… kill my father and set myself free. Set us all free.
For the first time in my life, I see a way out of the trap I’ve found myself in.
“Now come,” he says, turning on his heel and glancing toward where I’d hidden the horn as if he can see right through the shadows I wove around it. “Fetch your horn.”
“Myhorn?”
“You blew it,” he points out. “And as such, you are bound to it until you die.”
“I thought it was Mistmark’s?”
Falion gives me a sidelong look. “Alaric no longer needs it.”
And then he’s gone, leaving me to wonder what in the Shadow Lands that meant….
27
Keir
“Zemira!” I snatch for her wrist, but she’s gone, evaporating into black smoke. My fingers plunge through it, and then even that is gone.
Damn it.Damnit.
She’s out there.
All alone.
“She can do this,” Soraya rasps as she sinks to her knees in the heather at my feet.
I cut her a look. None of this makes any sense. Soraya tried to kill me and allowed Zemira to take the fall for her actions. Every time I’ve seen them, one of them has been trying to murder the other, and yet there’s a connection between them I can’t deny.
Keep her safe for me….
Goddess’ breath, the things I do for this woman.
I cut my wrist with a swift jerk of my knife and then bring her lips to my skin. “Drink.”
Soraya jerks her mouth away. “Thanks, but—”
I shove her face against my wrist. “I wasn’t asking. Drink. I need you on your feet so I can go after your sister.”
Soraya gasps as my blood hits her system. Warmth and color spreads through her skin as if my magic heals her inch by inch. Tugging my hand free, I swiftly seal the cut with a hint of magic.
“You stupid fool.” She laughs under her breath as her head sinks back on the heather. A single tear glints in her eye before she blinks it away. “You love her, don’t you? You still love her, even after everything….”
I haul her to her feet, where she trembles against me.
She’s healed, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to be putting a knife through anyone anytime soon. Even my blood has its limits.
“You can’t have her,” she whispers.
The dragon within me bares its teeth. “Watch me.”
I swing her up into my arms. She’s pathetically weak, but she grabs a fistful of my shirt and if she had a knife, it would be at my throat. It stills the rage. There’s a wariness in her actions that reminds me of Mira.
