Vale lifted her chin. ”I spoke to it.” Her statement was matter of fact. Until a flicker of confusion buried her brows low. ”I didn’t understand it at first, but it changed its words to match mine. Then we fought.”
The fight was unlike any of claw and knife before. It was one of will. Like the two of them burned in the line of each other’s eyes. Until she won the day and it yielded.
”It hates me for what I did. It would kill me if it could.” The idea was disturbing, even for the Khylsty. ”I don’t think it can. Did it speak to you?” She studied him quizzically.
The fight was unlike any of claw and knife before. It was one of will. Like the two of them burned in the line of each other’s eyes. Until she won the day and it yielded.
”It hates me for what I did. It would kill me if it could.” The idea was disturbing, even for the Khylsty. ”I don’t think it can. Did it speak to you?” She studied him quizzically.
The Eye of the Khylsty