f**k.
My pulse beat in my throat, too hard, too fast. I could feel both my brothers behind me now, their breaths pressing against my back. Perse’s powers rose around us enough that I could see tiny golden sparkles dance around me, landing around my fingers like shimmering gloves.
Then my fingers touched glass.
For one second, I could not move.
I hated that.
I hated that one buried thing could drag me back under my own skin so fast.
Then Perse’s voice filled my mind, telling me to breathe, telling me we were safe.
I wasn’t sure about that anymore. I had to check. I had to know.
I dug it free.
A small vial lay in my palm, smeared with damp soil, half-full of cloudy pale liquid that clung to the glass when I turned it. The stopper was sealed with a black residue I recognized before I
