"How?" Raori squeaked, telling himself that his friends would never wake unless he did this. Sprite charms were complicated affairs and deadly when tampered with. At least in this, one good might come of it.
With clammy fingers, the ghost pried Raori away from his stone. She pulled him into the light with surprising gentleness. Raori followed her mutely, expecting that these were his last seconds. "Remember." Plucking Raori’s dagger from his waist, she whispered again. "Remember."
The dagger was sharp from years of habitual honing. Raori did not feel the cut until after it had begun to bleed. Staring down at his bleeding palm, helpless in the ghost's spell, he could only watch as she cupped his hand to her.
Remember...
Birgha was buried with its master, Fhion, in a place only Vighn kne
