Dakshana came to when she hit the ground. Someone screamed her name. Minka. Had Dakshana died? No. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, let MInka bring her to her feet. That wasn’t death lingering at the edges of her being, but magic, potent magic, old and strong and much, much worse than anything Ashoken had ever done in her dreams.
“What happened?” Minka asked. “One moment I was dying, the next --” She spun away from Dakshana, causing her to lurch against the wall for support.
The wall thrummed beneath her, alive with power, and she recoiled.
Minka screamed.
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