“You completely discounted my magic and in so doing, forgot that you share it,” I concluded.
“I was focused on one aspect of it,” he confessed.
“No, you were focused on the fact that it's diminished and—
I never finished the sentence. Instead, I went shooting through the Weave of the Worlds, summoned by a lodestone.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I gasped as I arrived in Cyprian's modern, gray and silver living room. Malik and Kyrian were there with Cyprian and all three men looked grim.
“That was exceptionally bad timing,” I reprimanded them. “We were—”
“I'm sorry, Amara, but we don't have time for this,” Cyprian cut me off. “The Triari Embassy is under attack.”
“What?”
“By humans,” Kyrian added as the men hustled me out of the room. “Falcan just called. Humans have broken down the gates and are rioting through the Embassy.”
“Why?”
“Falcan thinks Gregory is behind it,” Malik growled.
“Gregory?” I frowned until my brain caught up. “The Silver Tongue.”
“Yes, we believe he's using it to control the humans,” Kyrian confirmed.
Everan came running down the hall. “Amara! Thank the Gods!” He grabbed me and hugged me.
“We have to go.” Malik pushed both of us down the hallway.
“Where are we going?” Everan asked as we piled into Cyprian's private elevator.
“The Triari Embassy is under attack,” I explained.
“Amara, you can't fight right now,” Everan warned me. “You're too diminished.”
“I'm fine,” I insisted. “I may not be able to twist but I can still see the colors. I'm just back to the way I was before I met you.”
“Amara, I can't sense you!” Everan shouted.
Everyone went still. Malik's mark surged with icy fear.
“What do you mean?” I asked in a low, wary tone.
“I can't sense where you are,” Everan clarified. “After you were summoned here, I tried to find you and couldn't. I went to your townhouse before I thought to come here.”
The elevator dinged. The doors opened but we didn't leave the car. The doors started to shut and Mal slapped a hand over them. We stepped out woodenly.
“Why can't you twist or be found by Everan?” Malik growled. His mark went from cold to hot. “I can still feel you.”
“Does this have something to do with you drawing on our power earlier?” Cyprian asked.
“The Heart of Air took more of my asha,” I admitted. “More of my magic went with it.”
“Fuck,” Cyprian hissed. “He's right—you can't go with us, Amara.”
“The hell I can't!” I snapped. “I'm not powerless, just less powerful. I can still help.”
