LISA
With Ava out to purify the large mass of corruption she calls a taint, and Lucas busy being Alpha, I've been stuck in Kellan's cabin, surrounded by ten werewolves in tactical gear and impassive faces.
They don't talk, no matter how much I try to be friendly to them. Maybe they're the kind of wolves who don't like humans. Or maybe they're just really professional.
They aren't holding hostage or anything, though, so I learn to ignore them. Eventually they follow to the Grand Sage's cabin.
Thick gray smoke curls from his chimney, letting know that it will at least be warm inside. Maybe no tea or food, though. Ever since Elverly's been working in the kitchen to feed the pack, his cabin's turned into a bit of a bachelor pad.
My boots crunch on the path to his ho, shoveled free of feet of snow thanks to soone Kellan assigned to the task during the last round of snowfall.
I duck through the doorway into blessed warmth.
Only two of my guards follow inside. The others spread out around the cabin's periter like silent shadows in tactical gear. At least I won't have ten pairs of eyes boring into my back while I'm in here.
Hopefully they know to keep their mouths shut, too. Almost no one knows the Grand Sage is actually a gno. Everyone just thinks of him as the eccentric Dr. Blackwell.
The two who entered position themselves by the door, weapons at the ready. Their faces remain impassive, but I catch the slight wrinkle of their noses. The Grand Sage's cabin slls like a mix of burning tal, ozone, and sothing vaguely dicinal.
It's ever-changing, depending on what he's working on.
Papers cover every surface, covered in the Sage's cramped handwriting. Bits of tal and crystal lie scattered among the docunts. The man himself hunches over his workbench, muttering as he sketches sothing that looks like a cross between an hourglass and a dieval torture device.
I sink into the chair across from him, but he doesn't look up. His quill scratches against the parchnt as he adds more details to whatever he's designing. After watching him work for several minutes, I clear my throat.
He startles, ink splattering across his latest drawing. "Oh! Child, when did you arrive?"
"Just now." Lifting my arm, I nod toward the brace, its tal glinting in the lamplight. It's always dim in here. "I had to use it."
His eyes light up behind his wire-rimd glasses. "Really? How did it perform?"
An inkwell nearly falls over as he scrambles for a fresh sheet of paper. His quill hovers expectantly as he waits for my response. I've given him so many pens, but he really likes his quills lately. Says it's a more authentic experience.
"It worked." My words are hollow, but of course he doesn't seem to notice. When it cos to his inventions, he's blind to everything else. "It manifested exactly as designed. Clean hit, complete incineration of the target. Seed more powerful than normal, though. Is it supposed to sync with my emotional state?"
"Excellent, excellent!" He scribbles frantically. "It might, as it's bonded to you by your blood. How was the power consumption? Did you notice any drain on your personal energy reserves?"
Mira's lifeless eyes flash through my mind, and I cringe away from the mory. "No drain. Just death."
But he's too absorbed in his notes to notice my tone. "Good, good. No matter how much testing is done, it's always a relief to hear it's working properly on the battlefield."
"It worked too well." My fingers trace the tal surface, rembering the searing heat of my rage. "I was feeling more murderous than usual, and the brace seed to pick up on that. The blast was much stronger than our practice sessions."
The Grand Sage's quill pauses mid-stroke. "Fascinating. Tell more about your emotional state during deploynt."
"I was angry. Very angry. I wanted to see her burn, and I wanted her to die miserably." Now that I'm so far removed from the mont, it's crazy to that I could have that level of anger toward another person. Even soone who hurt my friend.
"Are you sure I can't use magic? Because that didn't feel normal. It felt like... like that power ca from , not just the brace."
"Unfortunately, no. You cannot generate or manipulate magic. However, your magical affinity can influence certain bondings, such as with your brace."
"Bonding?" I pounce on that word. It's his second ti using it now. "You never told I was bonded with it before." Or he did, and it was lost in all the words he likes to use when he gets excited. It's certainly a possibility.
"Ah, perhaps I should clarify." He sets down his quill to regard with a thoughtful stare. "It's not a bond like what you've seen between mates or pack bonds. Think of it as a natural reaction. The brace becos sensitive to its wearer over ti, affected by ntal state and purpose."
"But how does that work if I can't use magic?" Magitech is already sothing way over my head. The fact that so of my blood can power a magical item is already bonkers. Having sothing that can sohow read my mind is crazier still. It was already weird to that visualizing what I wanted out of my brace would cause that shape to materialize; this is on a whole different level.
"While you cannot release the magic within your blood, what exists in your body can still be affected by you. In fact, there was actually a fascinating case in history—a Fae-blessed human woman who transford her blood into a type of poison. She beca a walking toxin. No one fully understood how she managed it, but she beca a much sought-after assassin. I hear she was beautiful, too."
My stomach turns. "That's disgusting." I stare at the brace with new wariness. "Wait, are you saying this thing has so kind of sentience? Because that's creepy as hell." Artificial intelligence, but with magic.
The Grand Sage chuckles. "No, no. Not sentience. Think of it more as an extension of your arm. It responds to your intent, your emotions, just as your muscles respond to your brain's signals."
"That's... not as comforting as you probably think it is."
"Yes, I suppose it wouldn't be."
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