“I don’t believe it,” Aramis growled. “Either way, I’m going to get the blood from him, even if I have to kill him.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Zevea kept her sightless gaze on him. “With Edria dead, his power is no more. He used the last of it to launch an attack against your brother and his guards. His armor and his blade are gone.”
“I can’t imagine the feeling,” Mel said. He was standing now, shaking his head.
“So he has to find new weapons,” Aramis said dismissively.
“When you’ve had the blessing as long as I have, you will understand. When you have the armor and blade, you can feel the closeness of the gods. If that presence was gone,” Mel stared off into the distance. “You’d feel different. It would be like a piece of you were missing.”
Aramis wondered if he’d feel
