Fira knocked over her own ink pot jumping up from the table.
"Kane," she said, voice tight. "You need to see this right now."
Kane walked in slow, still getting used to moving through the world without his bond, his body plain and ordinary in a way that still felt strange every single morning he woke up.
"What is it," Kane said.
Fira spread her notes across the table fast. "I've been going back through everything since the First Voice was destroyed. Checking my numbers, making sure everything actually adds up the way we thought."
"And," Kane said.
"It doesn't," Fira said. "When he unraveled inside that cave, all that stolen power, centuries of it, it should have gone straight back into the Threnody. Instead, my calculations show only part of it returned."
Kane's stomach tightened. "
