the sky. “Who’s that?”
Riga reached for his sword. Daji raised her knife. They’d prepared for this, all three of them, with Ziya’s consent. They had to strike just before he opened the gate—
Ziya’s face split into a horrible grin. “Kidding.”
Riga relaxed. “Fuck you.”
Daji exhaled and tried to slow her frantically beating heart.
Ziya sat down cross-legged in front of the fire. His eyes flickered toward the bound deer with a cursory interest. “It’s acting very tame, isn’t it?”
He picked his own knife up from the ground and dangled it before the deer. Fire glinted off the serrated edge. The deer lay still, indifferent. It might have been dead save for its resigned, labored breathing.
“Daji shoved a wad of opium down its mouth,” Riga said.
“Ah.” Ziya winked at her. “Clever girl.”
Daji wished the drug had taken effect earlier. She wished Riga had given it time. But that would require empathy—a trait he most certainly did not possess.
“Look alive, Daji.” Riga brandished his knife at her. “Let’s not drag this out.”
Daji sat frozen in place. For a brief moment she considered running. Her knees trembled.
No. There’s no way out. If she didn’t do this for herself, she at least had to do it for Ziya.
He liked to fucking joke. He’d never been able to take anything seriously; only he would be amused by the prospect of losing his own mind. But her fear—hers and Riga’s—was real. Ziya had been careening on the line between sanity and madness for months, and they didn’t know when he’d tip into the void for good. Only this could bring him back.
But oh, how it had cost them.
“Knives up,” Riga said.
They obeyed. The deer was tame beneath the blades, eyes open and glassy.
Riga began to speak. Every word of the incantation they’d lied, tortured, and murdered to obtain made the fire rise higher and higher, until flames ten feet high jumped toward the night sky. When Tseveri had spoken these words, they had sounded like music. On Riga’s tongue, they sounded like a curse. Daji squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the screams in her mind.
Riga finished chanting. Nothing happened.
They sat there for a long time, their confusion mounting, until Ziya’s laughter broke the silence.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Riga demanded.
“You’re saying it wrong,” Ziya said.
“The fuck does that mean?”
“It’s your accent. This won’t work with you butchering the words like that.”
“You do it, then.” Riga spat something else under his breath. Mugenese words, a slur he’d picked up as a child. Horse lover.
“I don’t know the words,” Ziya said.
“Yes, you do.” A malicious edge crept into Riga’s voice. “She taught them to you first.”
Ziya stiffened.
Don’t do it, Daji thought. Let’s kill him and run.
Ziya began the incantation. His voice turned gradually from a hoarse whisper to a shout, forceful and fluid. This time the words sounded closer to how they’d sounded on Tseveri’s tongue. This time they held power.
“Now,” Riga whispered, and they raised their knives to slaughter the last necessary innocent.
When it was over, the void flung them back into their material bodies with a shock like icy water. Daji lurched forward, gasping. The earth felt so solid under her legs, the air so sweet. The world became the familiar made strange—solid and beautiful and mystifying. Daji was burning inside, shaking from the sheer power arcing through her body.
She felt more alive than she’d ever been. Now she was three souls instead of one; now she was complete; now she was more.
They hadn’t fully returned yet from the world of spirit. Their connection hadn’t severed. She was still reading into Ziya’s and Riga’s souls, and their thoughts crashed into her mind so loudly she struggled to separate them from her own.
From Ziya, she felt cold and naked fear combined with a terrible relief. He didn’t want this. He’d never wanted any of this. He was so scared of what he might become but also grateful for his deliverance from the alternative. He was grateful to be bound.
From Riga, she felt both giddy delight and a dizzying rush of ambition. He wanted more. He wasn’t even paying attention to the panic radiating from Ziya. His thoughts were on greater things. He saw them on a battlefield, at a negotiating table, on three thrones.
To Riga, this had been the last obstacle. Now they were tipping forward into the future he’d always imagined for them.
Daji wanted it, too. She just wasn’t sure she’d survive it.
Slowly she opened her eyes. The blood coating her hands looked