“No!” Minka cried, resisting. Dakshana, bound to the other two, was jerked back when she reached the end of the slack. Ashoken and the other shamans laughed.
“You first, pretty girl?”
Dakshana hissed at him. “Why did you kill them?”
“They knew too much,” Ashoken said, “and their child is dangerous - has too much magic. We’ll suppress it as she grows, ensure she’s a pariah.”
Minka and Srina turned to Dakshana; Minka’s eye were dark, Srina’s eyes were wet.
“Then yes,” Dakshana said, “I will go first.” Because she could feel it, the truth of the fire - it was cold.
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