Dakshana backed up, tossing her head wildly. She knew she was standing on the stone floor of the mountain hall, but she was also standing on - coolness. Water. On truth. She could feel it thrumming in her veins like magic, and maybe it was the magic telling her, but what she was seeing was real.
Srina was alive.
Minka knelt, pressed a hand to the coolness. “She’s safe. She really escaped, didn’t she?”
Dakshana nodded.
Minka’s head came up sharply; Dakshana saw the knowing in her eyes before there was a chance to deny it.
“What did that cost you?”
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