Page 95 of The Silent
The song rose and fell in rhythm. He could see Kyra’s face glowing with Ginny’s power, but the song droned on, filling Leo’s chest with an intense longing. Something in his heart listened and understood what his minddidnot.
This is how itwillbe.
Her song will giveyoulife.
Her voice will lift you fromdarkness.
Find hervoice.
Leo was a scribe of tradition and duty, but his mandate was no longer to obey his watcher first. His mission was to help his mate find her voice. She was a daughter of heaven, redolent with power. One day he would hear her sing as Ginny did. As Alyah did. As Sari did. In her own voice—in the voice heaven had given her—Kyra’s song would rise, and Leo wouldhearit.
“Vashshandavet.
Vash vet Urielda. Vash vetRafaelta.
Kulme shanda vet elivah.
Kulme vet. OhKulvavet.
Oh vet Urieldavashama.”
Leo felt tears roll down his cheeks, his heart pounding with the beauty and power of Ginny’s song. She called on Uriel, who gave the gift of life to all Irin sons and daughters. She called on Rafael’shealing.
Ginny was Rafaene. Like hismother.
That was why her life-giving songs were so potent. She was a healer of Rafael’s line. It was probably also why she didn’t want to work within the scribe house power structure. Healers had a tendency to be the independent sort. Even among scribes, they were given special dispensation from combat for long periodsoftime.
Ginny was a healer, and she was healing Kyra beforehiseyes.
Kyra’s face was luminous. Her eyes were closed, and he could see her pale skin glow with a golden light, as if Ginny’s power was radiating from the sun. It wasn’t unheard of. Leo had heard that Rafael’s line thrived in sunlight and avoided areas of the world with long periods ofdarkness.
He didn’t know how long she sang, only that as time passed, he could feel the power leaving Ginny—the manic energy she so often radiated—and feel it enter Kyra. He felt Kyra’s energy reaching out toward his like gold threads that entangled him. He didn’t realize he’d moved closer to her until their knees were touching. He stared at her. Her eyes were closed. Her face waslifted.
A hand patted hisshoulder.
He blinked and looked up. Ginny was standingoverhim.
“Give her a little time to wake,” she whispered. “She’ll be fine. Herlivahis very strong, but her mind is binding with her body right now. When she wakes, she’ll beveryawake, if you know whatImean.”
Leo felt drunk byproximity. “What?”
Ginny patted his shoulder. “You’ll be fine.Havefun.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll see you back inChiangMai.”
“Okay.”
“Lock the door behind me. You won’t want to bedisturbed.”
In a daze, Leo did as she told him, sliding the large wooden block across the door of the bungalow. Ginny had already closed the shades and lit candles before the ritual. The room was bathed in a gold glow, shadows softening the edges of Leo’s vision until everything he saw felt like a dream. He turned back to Kyra and realized her eyeswereopen.
Her eyes were more than open. They wereonfire.
ChapterNineteen
Come to me,reshon.
