Rebuilding

“Always said what?” Dakshana demanded.

Chadstone felt a smile curve his lips. As much as these games forced people to confront themselves and left him with the raw, unpolished soul, they forced people to confront each other as well. Once the friendship was completely torn apart, his prize would be waiting, vulnerable and open to any affection he might offer.

The rebuilding was about to begin.

“My mother always said you had magic,” Minka said. Her voice was small, timid. “Your parents had magic too, and it was why - why the shamans were afraid of you.”

“I don’t have magic.”