KaelNine names.Ren could smell Talus.That was the first thing that made me realize Dad was right.The warlock was becoming mortal.Before, he smelled like emptiness, metal, old magic, and hundreds of people layered over one another. Now, beneath all of that, there was sweat, blood, fear.A man.Harper stood between Elian and me.The bonds had returned, separated just as Dad explained. I could feel her presence with an intensity that almost hurt. I could not enter her emotions or read her mind. I only knew where she was and that something inside me recognized her as a possible home.Possible.The word mattered.Talus was still standing over the altar.“The first name,” he said, “belongs to a girl who died two hundred years ago. If you return it, it will go nowhere.”Mom raised the medallion.
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