“My sister’s magic,” she said softly. “I’d recognize it anywhere.”
She touched the bracelet—an affectionate caress.
“Too smart for her own good, that one,” she muttered. “Always was.”
“Wouldn’t Vincent have known if the ring was enchanted?” I asked. “He was a powerful magic user, too.”
“Of Nyaxia’s magic, yes. But he wouldn’t have had enough experience with Acaeja’s to know what to look for.”
A lump rose in my throat, my thumb sweeping over the little black ring. The one token he’d allowed me to have from my former life. Little did he know.
The map on the back of my hand depicted the House of Night, or at least a small part of it—Vartana in the bottom left corner, Sivrinaj in the upper right, and a little star marked at the top center, right over my knuckle. No town or city existed there. It was right in the middle of the desert, nothing but ruins.
Ruins that still managed to be uncomfortably, dangerously close to Sivrinaj.
“Do you have any idea what this could be?” I asked Alya.
I knew what I hoped it could be. I didn’t want to dream. It seemed like too much to possibly wish for.
Alya tilted her head, thoughtful.
“In the end, she was scared,” she said. “Scared of whatever she was helping him do. I remember that. She never would tell me the details, but I know my sister. I think—I think she was growing afraid of what that kind of power could do in the hands of someone so distrustful, especially if he was the only one who had access to it. Perhaps, she may have given you a path to that power too, just in case, knowing that your blood may allow you to wield it.” A barely-there smile—a little sad, a little proud. “I can’t say for sure. But I can imagine that.”
I let out a shuddering exhale of relief, and with it, a flood of affection for the mother I barely remembered.
She saved us. Goddess, she saved us.
“That’s if Septimus hasn’t already gotten to whatever this is,” Jesmine pointed out. “Whatever power he’d given Simon wasn’t of this world. I’m certain of that.”
But Alya shook her head firmly. “Based on what they described, what you saw wasn’t any creation of my sister’s. It sounds like cobbled-together magic. An activator hacked apart to force it to work with something it wasn’t intended to.”
“An activator,” Raihn repeated. “The pendant.”
Mische looked proud of herself—because this had always been her suspicion.
“From what you’ve described, it sounds like it,” Alya said. “I’d assume that Vincent would have created multiple activators with Alana’s help. And any of them, used with the right magic, could be twisted and modified to work with a power similar enough to their intended target. But it would be ugly, and it would be dangerous. Probably deadly to whoever used it, eventually.”
I remembered Simon’s glazed-over, bloodshot eyes and shuddered.
Yes, that was certainly ugly. He’d looked like he was already mostly dead.
“So Septimus only got a piece of what he wanted,” Raihn said, “in the form of the pendant. It worked enough, for now. But it means it’s unlikely he has what he really came here for.”
“Meaning that the god blood, if it exists,” I added, “is probably still out there.”
I curled my fingers and gazed down at my hand, shifting it beneath the firelight. The strokes of red shivered slightly, like moonlight through rippling leaves.
“This all sounds,” Vale said, “like a lot of conjecture.”
“It is,” Raihn replied. “But it’s also all we have.”
“I accept that sometimes we need to act based on what we don’t know,” Vale said. “But what I do know is that Simon and his armies will be coming for us at any moment, and if they meet us now, they will win. I know that they’re searching for you both, and this map takes you right by Sivrinaj. I know that if you go there, they’ll know, and they will come after you with far more power than you two could possibly fight off alone. So if we choose to make this our gamble, then it will need to be a big one.”
A wry smile tugged at the corner of Raihn’s mouth. “How big, exactly?”
Vale was silent. I could practically see him questioning all the life decisions that led him to this moment.
“We all converge there,” he said at last. “Whatever men we have left, ready to meet them one more time. We hold them off while Oraya… does whatever she needs to do. And we pray to the Mother that whatever she finds there is powerful enough to buy us a victory.”