Chapter 51

White Rabbit Man raised his sword, awaiting my decision. Did he care who he ultimately used it on? I sunk my neck into my shoulders as terror clawed through me. Did I value my own skin over Meryem's?

You bet I did.

"It was me yesterday." I screwed up my face, hearing a heavy door clang shut on a future free of the Queen.

"You lied about being Mundane."

"Only sort of. About a week ago, I discovered that someone warded my magic for my entire life. Suppressed it. I believed I was Mundane, but when I met you, yes, I knew otherwise." I spoke to my feet not her face.

"More and more interesting. What's your magic?"

"Blood. I can take magic and..." I exhaled shakily.

She put her arm around me, all grandmotherly concern. The fierce fifty-something was Mafia grandma if anything. "Rip it off like a Band-Aid."

"Destroy it."

The Queen squeezed my shoulders. "That wasn't so hard, now was it? So, Ashira Cohen, may I repay my debt to you?"