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The Mirror of Souls glowed softly, its light rising up throughthe center of the tripod pedestal and
shimmering into a lake ofradiance that pooled within the ring resting on the pedestal. Shehad
crossed the uncharted vastness of the Bregian Ocean to thisabandoned continent to obtain it. It
was an artifact from thelong-gone Ancients, the people who had once ruled all the world,and with
it, she was supposed to be able to resurrect herslaughtered family. The spirit of her long-dead
ancestor, AmaleeKehshara Rohannan Draclas, had insisted that her dead parents, herdead
brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews, were not entirelybeyond her reach. That they could
come back; that they could bebrought back; that she could resurrect them with this artifact,which
she had obtained with terrible struggle and at terriblecost.

But Kait did not know what to do with the Mirror now that shehad it — and she had been unable
to find Amalee’s spiritsince she’d made the decision to take the Mirror to theReborn. When the
Peregrine marooned her and her companionson the western shore of North Novtierra, she’d been
sureAmalee would return, full of advice on what she had to do to gethome. But that yattering
voice had fallen silent, and the sickfeeling grew in Kait that she’d made a mistake somewhere.

Had she been wrong to trust her ancestor’s spirit ingetting the Mirror, or had she been wrong in
ignoring Amalee’sassertion that if Kait got the Mirror and took it to Calimekka, theReborn and
his needs would not figure into her future? Shecouldn’t know, and Amalee wouldn’t answer her
silent callfor help.

Amalee could have told Kait how to use the artifact to resurrectdead Turben and save dying Jayti.
Instead, the Mirror sat thereuseless because Kait didn’t dare touch the glowinginscriptions that
curved around the front quarter of its rim.Magical artifacts could be deadly. Without instructions,
Kaitfeared she would unleash destruction on the survivors instead ofsalvation on the lost. Raised
in Galweigh House amid its deadlymysteries, she’d learned that caution was the first and bestof
virtues.

“Hang on,” she told Jayti again, and took his hand inhers. “Please.”

He smiled, and she rose and turned away.

Ian pulled her aside. “I need to talk to you.Alone.”

She nodded and followed him out of the ruin.
When they were out of sight of the others, he embraced heragain, pulling her close and stroking
her damp hair. “Ithought I’d lost you forever,” he told her. “Idon’t want to lose you again.”

“We may not survive this,” she said.

“I know. We probably won’t. But I know that I want tobe with you for the rest of my life. I love
you, Kait. With all myheart and soul, I love you. I’d do anything foryou — ”

She pressed her fingers to his lips and said, “Hush,”and pulled him close, praying that he
wouldn’t say anythingelse. She stroked his hair and closed her eyes tight, and wishedwith
everything in her that she could make him not love her.She cared about him, but whatever magic
it took to create the sortof love he professed to feel for her did not exist inside of her.Not for him.
Not, perhaps, for anyone.

He held her close to him, rocking from side to side. Sheremembered her father rocking her like