“We knew some of that already,” Victory said. “Toria and Kane told us that’s why you were kidnapped in New Angouleme. So that you could be sacrificed in Parisii.”
Syri stared past them into the rocky distance before speaking. “Yeah. Because I was one of the Broken. Like every elf born after the world spell was cast.”
“I don’t know that Toria ever figured out what that meant.” Victory kept her voice steady, as if calming a skittish horse.
“The life magic elves use stopped being born with the new elves.” Syri stared past them. “We were different.”
“So, are you not an elf?” Mikelos asked.
That seemed to snap Syri back to herself, and her scathing expression of disdain was so familiar that it caused a sudden ache deep in Victory’s chest. “Don’t be an idiot.” The accompanying eye roll prov
