Chapter Fifty-Four
I do not know how long I stood there, staring at the place where Tashidi had disappeared. The part of my mind that never stopped working noticed that Tahlia had risen from where she had been kneeling in front of the gemstone to tend to Namir.
Countless tiny cuts marked my face and hands from the magical explosion. Every aching part of my battered body cried out for rest. But all I could do was stand there with my arms limp at my sides.
My mother’s dagger was gone.
Had it at least found its mark? I had no way of knowing.
The small-statured magi lay sprawled on the dark marble floor only a few feet away from where I stood. He had been knocked unconscious when the geas had been broken. What would happen when he woke up?
I knew I should care, but somehow I didn’t. Tash
