“Goddess, may I ask why I have been returned to Snowstrum?”
I would not go back to the tunnels. I would tear down her web of spiders, and kill them all, knowing it would be a death sentence for me, instead. Going back there was not an option. Ever.
Gently, she put the dorcha back in their home, one by one, and turned to glare at me. “The child you gave me is broken.”
My heart began to beat so fast and loud that I knew she must have heard it. “Broken?” I asked slowly, trying to keep my voice neutral.
“He refuses to eat. Too much time is wasted on caring for him. After all the difficulties he caused, it turns out the child has no magic. Not one ounce.” Miselda’s powder had worked. My son’s magic was buried deep inside him.
“He is quite useless to me – to anyone, for that matter. He woul
