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I had to be seeing things.

This couldn’t be Nyx’s soul, right?

That… that wouldn’t…

No. Her heart is still slowly beating.

So what is it?

“Ves?” Kaspian pressed. “Do you—”

“Hold on,” I whispered, lifting my hand toward the golden sheen dancing toward me.

I could feel Kaspian gaping at me, because yeah, I was acting fucking nuts, but something about that energy strand felt right.

It continued gliding in the air, trickling toward me as though it were cautious of my existence. My conversation with Nyx regarding her sentient medallion came back to me, making me wonder if this hint of magic was linked to her creation.

Or this could be because of the explosion,I thought, pulling my hand back a little.

Cara had mentioned that Nyx had been entranced.

Because of something like this?I wondered.

The magic seemed to pause, the golden flare vibrating as though huffing at me in annoyance.

How bizarre.

“What are you looking at?” Kaspian whispered.

I swallowed. “I don’t know.” It could all easily be in my head. Or… or it could be something that might help Nyx.

Or it could be a trap.

I narrowed my gaze at the energy strand and lifted my hand again. “Keep watch,” I told Kaspian, devoting my focus to this foreign spell. “And knock me out if I do anything weird.”

“Like holding your arm up in the air while focusing on some sort of figment?” Kaspian muttered.

I ignored him, instead coaxing the energy closer. “You want me? Come get me,” I dared it.

The substance seemed to shimmer as though puffing out its chest.

Then it came right at my palm, coiling tightly together into…

A pile of stardust.

“Holy fuck,” Kaspian breathed.

“No,” I replied. “Holy goddess.”

“So not only can you teleport now, but you can also create fairy dust,” he said, sounding impressed.

“Stardust,” I corrected him as I ran my thumb over the soft substance, my gaze returning to Nyx’s ashen features.

She’d explained enough for me to understand how this worked—I needed to make a wish.

Gods, I feel like I’m five fucking years old and wishing on a star,I marveled, shaking my head in astonishment.

This sweet goddess creature was dismantling every facet of my life. And despite sitting in the middle of chaos, I couldn’t fault her for any of it.