“Why not?” His expression was a combination of confusion and defeat.

Elevating my palms, I confirmed him the black vines round my wrists. “My magic is sure. I…we”—I glanced at Emilie—“are underneath Reyna’s management. My magic is ineffective. I’m ineffective.”

I felt Emilie bristle behind me, however she didn’t interrupt.

Cyrus studied the marks with a sick form of fascination. After which disgust. After which willpower. “I ought to’ve listened to you. You have been proper all alongside about her. I’m sorry, Ladon. I hope you possibly can forgive me.”

“Already forgiven.” Guilt washed over me as I thought of how I’d wronged him far worse than he had wronged me.

He sighed. “Let’s head to the healers’ tent first. We’ll see what they will do about these restraints.”

I nodded. “Prepared the ground.”

Chapter Thirty-9

Emilie

“Are you able to take away them?” Cyrus requested the therapeutic mage, who was inspecting my vine tattoos. Beside me, Ladon waited to be seen by the mage as nicely. We had a non-public room within the tent, however on the opposite aspect of the skinny flap of material, I might hear the cries of wounded troopers. Preventing had ceased for the evening and the healers have been working continuous to deal with the injured and luxury the dying.

“I haven’t seen magic like this earlier than,” she mentioned, holding my wrist up and prodding the marks along with her fingers. “How did you say you acquired them?”

“I don’t know. We have been knocked out and awoke with them.”

“Hmm. Not good,” she murmured.

I exchanged a nervous look with Ladon. If we couldn’t take away them, would we ever really be free?

“And what are your signs? Other than the lack of magic?”

Ladon went on to clarify the excruciating complications and impulse to obey Reyna’s command. Throughout the room, I watched because the harpy browsed by means of medical provides and components.

I used to be glad we have been in a position to rescue her, or slightly, she rescued us. She was far too pure to be saved underneath the mountain. She picked up a glass jar with a blue substance that I couldn’t title, inspecting it earlier than pulling out a second.

The healer was too preoccupied in dialog with Cyrus and Ladon to note the harpy scavenging by means of her belongings. I watched with curiosity as she gathered extra components.

Then she grabbed a small ceramic bowl and commenced to crush some sort of plant. She labored diligently, utterly uninterested within the dialog occurring within the room. The truth is, when the healer lastly realized, she shouted, however the harpy ignored her fully.

“What do you assume you’re doing? You’ll be able to’t simply go dabbling in these shares. That’s not for you. Get out of there.” She moved to swat on the harpy, however I stood from the examination cot.

“Don’t.” I held out an arm to cease the healer. “Let her work.”

We have been all watching as she accomplished the ending touches and offered a salve. She dipped her fingers into the combination and stared pointedly at my vines.

I nodded, permission to the touch me.

As she unfold the salve over my wrists, I felt a tingling sensation. Then, because the ointment started to sink into my pores and skin, I felt like I used to be on fireplace. I dropped to my knees, clutching my burning wrists to my chest. The ache took my breath away, and the room spun. I used to be faintly conscious of the healer, Ladon, and Cyrus, all surrounding me. Shouting on the harpy. Demanding the healer make it cease. Begging me to allow them to know what was mistaken.

Slowly, the ache started to subside. Unfurling myself, I seemed down at my wrists, anticipating to see infected pores and skin. It felt as if my flesh had been seared off. However after I seemed, the black ink had disappeared. I discovered my pores and skin to be completely intact.

No. Not fairly.

The place these black vines had as soon as been was now marked with mild scars. Unnoticeable from a distance, however I might see the distinction in my pores and skin tone.

I laughed softly. After which sobbed.

“Emilie, are you—”

“What did—”

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