Dawn Study
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I pulled my husband into the room we shared with Leif, Mara and Esau for a private chat. As soon as he closed the door, I asked, “What are you going to be doing?”
“I’m going after Owen.”
No surprise. “By yourself?”
“No, love. I’ll have help.”
“Who? There’s no one left!”
“Not in Sitia,” he agreed.
Oh. “You still have loyal people in Ixia.”
“That’s the hope. It’s been a while, though. The Commander might have gained their trust.” He reached up and rubbed my forehead with a thumb, smoothing my crinkled brow. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be in familiar territory, and Owen doesn’t know I have magic.”
“He might be stronger than you.”
“That’s possible.” Valek grinned. “But I have better aim.”
“That cocky attitude is going to get you into trouble.”
“Get me? I think it’s safe to say it’s already gotten me into trouble more times than I can count.”
“Don’t look so proud of that.” I swatted him lightly on the arm.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. His touch sent spikes of heat through my body.
“Do I need to apologize?” he asked in a husky whisper.
I glanced at the door. There were twenty-four others in the house.
“It locks, and this will be our last chance for a while.”
He had me at it locks.
* * *
The next day, I sorted through my saddle bags. Each of the garrison teams would be armed with one storm orb, and the Citadel team would take the other two. My team would remain at the farmhouse longer than the others, since we were only a few days south of our destination. My knapsack was a complete mess, so I dumped the contents onto the bed. Weapons, vials, darts and travel clothes in desperate need of a wash tumbled out, along with the box Zitora had given me for Opal.
I’d completely forgotten about it. Picking it up, I searched for her. She sat with her family in the living area. When I caught her attention, I gestured for her to join me in the kitchen.
“That girl is going to be the death of me,” Opal said.
“Valek is quite impressed with her.” I set a pot full of water near the fire. With so many people in the farmhouse, we kept the hearth burning so there was enough hot food for everyone.
“Reema’s proved herself, but I worry she’s too confident.”
Laughing, I put a tea bag into a mug. “That’s always my concern with Valek.” I considered. “But it’s that confidence that makes them so successful.”
“I know. Did you want something?”
I’d forgotten again. Was this another symptom of baby brain? Pulling the box from my pocket, I handed it to Opal. “Zitora said you’d know what to do with this.”
Opal stared at the box in shock.
Not the reaction I’d expected. “What’s wrong?”
“This is...” Her hand tightened around it.
“It’s locked, but you shouldn’t have a problem with that.” And if she did, there were at least seven of us who could open it in no time. Eight, if I included Reema, who I suspected probably had lock-picking skills by now.
“That’s not it.” She drew in a deep breath. Her brow creased as if she was conflicted. “I need to talk to Devlen.”
“I’m sorry, Opal, I didn’t mean—”
“Not your fault. You didn’t know.”
I waited.
She pressed it to her chest. “There’s a syringe full of my blood inside the box.”
Of all the things that could have been inside, I’d never thought that would be it. “That’s...well, kinda gross, but...why is it significant?”
“You remember the whole nasty business with the blood magic and the Bloodrose cult?”
“Yes.” Blood magic was illegal. Those who used it became addicted to the magic and did terrible things in order to increase their power.
“What isn’t well known is that after all was said and done, there was still one syringe full of my blood left. The blood was drawn before I lost my magic. Basically, if I inject this blood into my bloodstream, my siphoning magic should return.”
Now it was my turn to stare in shock. Opal’s magic was very powerful. She could siphon other magicians’ magic into a glass orb, forever robbing them of their powers. “Who else knows about this?”
“Devlen, Irys and Zitora. But Yelena...” Opal’s voice broke. “I don’t know if I can... I have no desire to reclaim my powers. But my family is in danger. I should...”
I clasped her hand. “It’s your decision. I will support you either way. And I won’t say anything, so no one will pressure you.”
She nodded, looking a bit more relieved.
Then I remembered the blood Roze Featherstone had injected into her skin to increase her powers. When I’d drained the blood from her, it’d turned black and rancid. “Besides, it might not be...potent anymore. Blood spoils.”
“Magic is keeping it fresh. I can feel it through the box,” Opal said.
“Oh.” Then it hit me. “Oh! I’m glad the baby didn’t take it.” That would have been terrible. However, it appeared the baby only siphoned the magic aimed at us.
Opal shrugged. “Then I wouldn’t have to make a decision.” She peered through the window, deep in thought. “You’ve lost your magic, too. What would you do in my place?”