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“Allow her to come back to us.” Amara’s voice was ethereal and unnervingly distant despite her proximity. We stood there for a few long minutes. An intense hum of power sounded deafeningly loud around us.
Then everything stopped. I dared to let one eye open only to see an amorphous form of light towering over Amara next to me—I gasped when its glowing head seemed to turn toward me. Snapping my lids closed once again, I squeezed Darvanda’s hand tightly.
Sources, she’s summoned a Source Origin.
Darvanda returned my gripas thewind kicked up around us and threatened to knock us down.
“I understand,” Amara seemed to answer, yet I hadn’t heard the being speak.
Then the wind died, and Amara released my hand abruptly.
When I looked upon Asterie, her eyes fluttered open. There was a milk-white coating over her once-dark irises.
Asterie’s hand shot up toward the sky with a look of longing. The stars in the sky were swirling, and she was beginning to glow like one of them. Her whole body was radiant, blue effervescence ebbing off of her.
“No, you cannot join them,” Amara whispered as she stepped to Asterie’s side. “Call them to you, my dear.”
The swirling stars caused me to feel off-balance, like the world was tilted on its axis. Then, one by one, hundreds of stars fell into Asterie. It looked violent at first, the way those blinding lights kept hitting her chest and jolting her body. Amara jumped back into the circle with us—narrowly avoiding being hit by the light.
When the night sky returned to its usual gentle twinkling, and no more stars fell, a gasp burst from the center of our circle. Asterie shot upright. Blood still caked her clothing, but the wound on her leg was healed, along with the stab wound to her heart. She was whole, alive, breathing.
Emmerick’s glare narrowed on The King of the Wastelands and my linked fingers. I hadn’t realized he still held my hand. Abruptly pulling away my hand, I didn’t let the wicked smirk on Darvanda’s face make me blush.Prick.
We all joined Amara in kneeling at Asterie’s side. The enchantress’ irises had returned to their dark hue, only rimmed with a blue ring, as they searched us wildly.
She grasped Emmerick’s shirt collar.
“Where is he, Em? Where is Fen?”
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Asterie
Acannon sounded in the distance, and I flinched.
Ten…nine…eight…
“We’re at war.” My own voice sounded wrong.Where was the ethereal thrum it had had in that beautiful place?
Amara nodded slowly.
“I’m not dead.” Another flat statement.
Seven…six…
They still hadn’t told me where Fenris was. Emmerick’s pained expression struck me. One of my hands found his cheek.
“You have done well, sunling…” The words did not feel like mine as they left my tongue. That phrase seemed so familiar.
Emmerick swallowed hard.
“I’m sorry for asking that of you.”
“If you ever ask me to make that oath again, I’ll kill you.” At his words, my lips curled upward before I scanned the other faces surrounding us.
“Where is he, Em?”
“I don’t know…I left Fen to get you out of there. He told me to go…He was standing off against Firose. He had it under control. I-I think.”
