Everything was finally still, the air purged of the metallic tang of Northcott’s toxin and the heavy weight of Magda’s herbs. Fennigan was the first to pull himself back from the fog, his consciousness snapping into the physical world with a sharp, deep intake of breath. He didn't move at first, his body heavy with the residual pull of the bond, but his hand moved instinctively. He reached out, his calloused fingertips tracing the soft, familiar line of Leela’s jaw.Her skin was warm again. The deathly chill had vanished, replaced by the steady, radiant heat of a woman who had just conquered a poison designed to end her lineage. On her chest, the stone sat quiet, no longer pulsing a muddy green, but glowing with the faint, rhythmic embers of Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald, and Pearl.Across the hall, the silence was just as profound.The transition was so absolute that it was jarring. One second, the twins’ wails had been a jagged saw against the nerves of the house; the next, there was noth
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