“No,” she said shortly.
A third silence, this one darker and more foreboding. Roxanne began making bets with herself on who would be the first to mention the main issue.
Surprisingly, it was Thorion.
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked.
Max cleared his throat. “Darksalm is a powerful substance, born of the very magic that flows through your blood. It has no cure. At least,” he added, “no cure has ever been recorded in our history.”
“Then there might be something?” said Fletcher.
“Probably not,” grunted Effrax.
“Let’s brainstorm ideas,” Fletcher persisted, his tone filled with irritating hopefulness. “Working together, maybe we can cure Thorion.”
“It’s impossible,” Max told him.
“Do not,” hissed a soft voice, “say that.”
They all turned to look at Keriya. She stood by Thorion’s
