CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
I feel amazing—and not just because of more sleep. My pain and injuries are gone without a trace. I open my eyes and see why. Isis is moving calmly around the Council meeting room, healing everyone with her powers.
Rising to my feet, I look for Hekima—and instantly avert my gaze, wishing I could rub sanitizer on my eyeballs.
So much for my plan to question him.
Hekima is no more. At least I assume those are his remains in a pile approximately where he last stood. Someone has done something unspeakable to the grandfatherly illusionist.
His skin—all of it—is missing.
Kit grins at me. “He won’t be bothering anyone ever again.”
I swallow down a surge of nausea. “What happened? You were supposed to knock him out.”
Kit shimmers briefly, and I catch the outline of a dre
