Page 98 of The Jasad Heir

“Oh, yes. We were so concerned he’d kill you first. But of course, Arin can’t turn away an opportunity.” She said his name with familiarity, an exasperated fondness. “Is he still angry, I wonder?”

Before she turns around, Essiya, Hanim said.Now!

I still had so many questions, but Soraya would not kill another Jasadi tonight.

“Who are you to decide which Jasadis should live or die?” I snarled. “You are no better than the Supreme.”

My magic pulsed lazily. I yanked at the thread, spreading my fingers wider against the thick glass.

Soraya’s head whipped toward me, but it was too late. The glass exploded, raining shards around us.

I hurled myself from the window.

The fall didn’t take long. A whistle of air, and I landed hard in a bed of flowers. The impact left me vibrating, limbs feeling drawn and quartered. My slippery hold on the knife’s hilt went slack. Blood trickled leisurely toward my throat from the shifted position.

Distantly, I became aware of the shrill screams ringing around me.

I fixed on Soraya. She sneered from my window, framed in broken glass. She turned, vanishing into the room.

She’ll escape. She’s going to escape.

I’d landed in the patch of poppies from this afternoon. To my distress, blood dripped onto the crushed petals. Black spots danced across my vision, mingling with the stars overhead. If I died, at least the Ivory Palace was an enchanting last sight.

A crowd formed around me. Why were they milling about? They needed to find Soraya!

At last, Arin shoved past them. Relief washed over me. Arin would find her. He wouldn’t let Soraya escape. At the sight of me, Arin went ashen and rounded on the crowd. “Get a medic!” he roared. Jeru and Wes ushered the onlookers away.

He dropped to his knees next to me. “Stay with me, Sylvia. Help is coming.”

“She’s escaping,” I whispered. Arin pushed my hair from my face, bending closer. I turned my face into his hand, temporarily trading thought for comfort.

“What?” His worry bothered me. Why should he be upset? The Mufsid rogue lurked nearby. A person he had hunted almost every other day of our trainings.

“She’s near. The Mufsids—Soraya. Go.”

My meaning was unmistakable. Arin reeled back, shaking his head. “No. No, I’ll help you myself,” he growled. He started yanking at his glove. Jeru and Wes balked behind him. I sent them an invisible signal to intervene, to stop him.

“Arin!” With the last vestige of my strength, I snatched his sleeve. The action sent more blood spurting down my front.

I mouthed it over and over.She’s escaping.

If he healed me in the vicinity of all these witnesses, we were finished. My secret exposed, and his plans ruined. But if he caught her, if I held on long enough for his return. If, if, if. It might be over.

A rough sound tore from Arin’s mouth, a look of singular devastation shattering his lovely features.

I relaxed. He had decided.

With a low oath, the Nizahl Heir leapt to his feet. “Keep heralive,” he snarled, with such blistering menace that Jeru and Wes shrank back.

He disappeared, several arms reached for me, and I gratefully relinquished my hold on consciousness.

ARIN

It was her.

The name Sylvia had uttered was different from the name that had been given to Arin ten years ago, but he knew.

She had tricked him once. It would not happen again.

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