"You have what it takes."
Dakshana couldn't stop shaking. Chadstone's voice made it worse.
That damnable stone chamber coalesced around her. She wanted to see some gods-forsaken sunlight.
Chadstone said, "You know what you must do."
He sounded calm, but the crystal at her throat pulse erratically, like someone's frightened heartbeat.
Dakshana climbed to her feet, still shaking. "I do."
A chorus of hisses, whispers, rose along the edges of the chamber.
After a moment Dakshana could see hundreds of pairs of eyes, jewel-bright and death-shadowed, ancient, hungry, cruel.
She said, louder, "I have what it takes."
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