Chapter 38
“Worse?” I stared at Mistress Ainya, the back of my neck prickling with anxiety.
She nodded gravely. “Not only is your sorcery untamed, it’s drawing power from those around you. Galadhir, did you not notice the siphoning of your wellspring?”
Thorne, looking surprisingly vulnerable, glanced at the herbwife. “I thought… I assumed my wellspring was still depleted.”
“If it is, then you have Rose to thank,” she said tartly. “I’ve no idea how, as such a thing is supposed to be impossible, but it seems she’s pulling magic from sources outside herself.”
“How do I stop that from happening?” I asked, a touch desperately. No wonder the Oracles had wanted me gone from Elfhame immediately.
“Ah, that’s a tangle.” Mistress Ainya folded her arms over her belly and regarded me intently.
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