out?”
She could see the conflict warring inside Calliope,
see the banked rage every time she glanced at Dagan.
She’d been right earlier. She was convinced of it. Calliope hated soul reapers with a personal fire.
“You have tendered your resignation from the
Asetian Guard. I have accepted it,” Calliope said. “You
are no longer a member. You had no access to sensitive information, so your mustering out presents no logistical threat. If—or rather, when—they find out, they
might argue that I ought to have shared your personal
information. I shall argue in return that I had no obligation to do so. I have no intention of telling the
Asetian Guard about you and—” she slanted a knife
sharp glance at Dagan “—him. Not right now.”
So it wasn’t a pardon. It was a reprieve. Not what she
might have hoped, but definitely better than nothing.
EVE SILVER
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Calliope’s expression underwent a subtle shift, her
lips parted and Roxy knew she was going to say something more, something important, but she never got the
chance to hear what it was.
Senses suddenly on high alert, Roxy swayed,
feeling like she was being battered by some sort of
electrical storm. Her skin tingled to the point of pain,
like a thousand needles were jabbing her at once.
Calliope stiffened and jerked back, clearly bombarded by the same sensations.
Roxy froze, then turned. The air shimmered.
Changed. She spun, searching out the threat, knowing
it was there but unable to see it. Then a choking smoke
filled the space in front of her—a dark, undulating cloud.
Dagan moved between her and the cloud, his lips
peeled back in a wolf snarl, his body settling in a
ready crouch.
