more for you to arrive.”
“How long ago did it happen?” Torchay asked. “What day?”
Joh shook his head. “I lost so much time—”
“Guess.”
“It—it might have been—It was a Graceday. Maybe the twenty-sixth or-seventh of Terris?”
A chill ran down her back as she met Torchay’s gaze. “That disturbance in the countryside. Do you know what it was?”
“No.” Joh looked from one to the other of them, fear growing in his expression. “Why?”
“The rebels struck throughout Adara on Terris twenty-seventh, assassinating naitani and military officers. The day the One marked you.” Kallista took a deep breath.
She could not put it off longer. Likely should not have delayed this much. The interlude given her to enjoy simply being ilias and mother had ended. She could not stretch it longer by wishing. She was who she was and could not be other. The signs that Joh had truly been marked by the One were all there. It only required her touch to know .
CHAPTER FOUR
K allista slid from her chair to her knees. “Give me your hand.”
“Captain, no.” Joh struggled to rise and Torchay clapped a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. “Do not kneel before me.”
“If I fall, I’d rather be closer to the ground.” She raised an eyebrow. “Surely you remember what could happen when our hands touch.” He’d been there for both Stone’s and Obed’s first touch.
“I—yes.” He sank back into his velvet prison, his whole body tense with nervous anticipation. “What—”
“I don’t know what will happen. Perhaps nothing. My magic has not yet returned since the twins were born.”
“Twins?” Joh whispered in shock while she went on.
“It could be this will wake it. Or not.” She smiled, shifting to one side, off her knees. “I can promise, whatever happens, it won’t hurt.”
Joh did not seem to believe her.
“Torchay, let go of him,” she said.
He looked at her, expression bland. “I’d rather not. You lost the magic the same day I was marked. I want to know what the others know.”
“There’s plenty of time for that.”
“I’m tired of waiting.”
She didn’t think that was his only, or even his primary, reason for keeping his grip on the chained man, but she let it go. Arguing him down would take time she didn’t think they had. “Joh, give me your hand.”
With a faint rattle of the chains holding them together, Joh extended both hands and opened one out flat. He turned his head away slightly, nostrils flaring as if he faced something terrifying. Magic could terrify, she supposed, if one were not used to it. Hoping her smile looked reassuring, Kallista took his hand in hers. And nothing happened.
She wanted to scream in frustration. Her fingers tightened, squeezing his hand. She took his other hand in her empty one, silently shouting for the magic, Wake up! Do something!
And it slammed into her with a force that brought her high on her knees, bowing her backward in an impossible arc as she screamed with the near-forgotten pleasure of it.
The magic swept every inch of her, a storm scouring her end-to-end with delight, blasting open paths that had withered shut over the winter. Creating new ones.
Dragging her in its wake, the magic roared back into Joh. As Kallista tumbled toes to nose in the wave, there was a sort of wrenching, of something twisting aside or tearing open, and Joh cried out. Goddess, she’d forgotten .
She reached for him to soothe his pain and he was there, with her, riding the magic. She tasted his fear, breathed in his desperation, his need to make things right. She saw the colors of his soul, though she couldn’t have matched them to any tints she knew—colors of loyalty, passion, loneliness, honesty, deep and agonizing remorse….
Kallista felt the magic swelling. Something new. She caught Joh tight, wrapping him in her unseen embrace, whispering wordless, voiceless reassurance as the magic whipped across the skin-to-skin
“How long ago did it happen?” Torchay asked. “What day?”
Joh shook his head. “I lost so much time—”
“Guess.”
“It—it might have been—It was a Graceday. Maybe the twenty-sixth or-seventh of Terris?”
A chill ran down her back as she met Torchay’s gaze. “That disturbance in the countryside. Do you know what it was?”
“No.” Joh looked from one to the other of them, fear growing in his expression. “Why?”
“The rebels struck throughout Adara on Terris twenty-seventh, assassinating naitani and military officers. The day the One marked you.” Kallista took a deep breath.
She could not put it off longer. Likely should not have delayed this much. The interlude given her to enjoy simply being ilias and mother had ended. She could not stretch it longer by wishing. She was who she was and could not be other. The signs that Joh had truly been marked by the One were all there. It only required her touch to know .
CHAPTER FOUR
K allista slid from her chair to her knees. “Give me your hand.”
“Captain, no.” Joh struggled to rise and Torchay clapped a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. “Do not kneel before me.”
“If I fall, I’d rather be closer to the ground.” She raised an eyebrow. “Surely you remember what could happen when our hands touch.” He’d been there for both Stone’s and Obed’s first touch.
“I—yes.” He sank back into his velvet prison, his whole body tense with nervous anticipation. “What—”
“I don’t know what will happen. Perhaps nothing. My magic has not yet returned since the twins were born.”
“Twins?” Joh whispered in shock while she went on.
“It could be this will wake it. Or not.” She smiled, shifting to one side, off her knees. “I can promise, whatever happens, it won’t hurt.”
Joh did not seem to believe her.
“Torchay, let go of him,” she said.
He looked at her, expression bland. “I’d rather not. You lost the magic the same day I was marked. I want to know what the others know.”
“There’s plenty of time for that.”
“I’m tired of waiting.”
She didn’t think that was his only, or even his primary, reason for keeping his grip on the chained man, but she let it go. Arguing him down would take time she didn’t think they had. “Joh, give me your hand.”
With a faint rattle of the chains holding them together, Joh extended both hands and opened one out flat. He turned his head away slightly, nostrils flaring as if he faced something terrifying. Magic could terrify, she supposed, if one were not used to it. Hoping her smile looked reassuring, Kallista took his hand in hers. And nothing happened.
She wanted to scream in frustration. Her fingers tightened, squeezing his hand. She took his other hand in her empty one, silently shouting for the magic, Wake up! Do something!
And it slammed into her with a force that brought her high on her knees, bowing her backward in an impossible arc as she screamed with the near-forgotten pleasure of it.
The magic swept every inch of her, a storm scouring her end-to-end with delight, blasting open paths that had withered shut over the winter. Creating new ones.
Dragging her in its wake, the magic roared back into Joh. As Kallista tumbled toes to nose in the wave, there was a sort of wrenching, of something twisting aside or tearing open, and Joh cried out. Goddess, she’d forgotten .
She reached for him to soothe his pain and he was there, with her, riding the magic. She tasted his fear, breathed in his desperation, his need to make things right. She saw the colors of his soul, though she couldn’t have matched them to any tints she knew—colors of loyalty, passion, loneliness, honesty, deep and agonizing remorse….
Kallista felt the magic swelling. Something new. She caught Joh tight, wrapping him in her unseen embrace, whispering wordless, voiceless reassurance as the magic whipped across the skin-to-skin
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