She smiled and squeezed my hand back.
Then I turned to the pyre and looked up at the gauze shrouded body.
Then I whispered, “I hope, beautiful Mahyah, you’re over the rainbow.”
Then I threw the torch into the flower strewn wood and instantly was pulled back by Zahnin as Seerim pulled Diandra back to stand at the front of the crowd some feet away from the quickly catching inferno, the flames coaxed to great heat swiftly by the wind.
The tears stung my nose as the flames licked Mahyah’s body then I froze as my eyes caught on something, lifted to the sky and my breath stuck in my throat as I heard gasps all around, felt the astonished shuffling of bodies and Diandra’s hand came to mine and held tight.
This was because, as the flames danced high, arching through the sky over the pyre, there was a brilliant, perfect rainbow.
I stared at the rainbow with my mouth hanging open.
Oh.
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The Favor
Okay, it couldn’t be denied. Evidence was suggesting I held magic.
Shit.
Our ride home was silent, everyone in their own thoughts. It was also wired. This was because, for no reason at all since the rain had stopped in the night and the wind and sun were quickly drying the wet, there was no way a perfect arc of a rainbow should grace the sky.
Unless I commanded it.
Shit!
Maybe I did have magic, as completely insane as that seemed. Maybe I did command the heavens accidentally last night. Maybe I filled the sky with a rainbow so Mahyah’s ashes could drift over it to meet her soul.
And maybe this magic had brought me to this world in the first place.
Maybe it was me who was responsible for bringing me here.
Which would mean it was me who had the capacity to send myself back (somehow).
In my world, thoughts like this would lead me straight to my car where I would drive to the nearest psych ward and voluntarily check in.
But in this world, apparently anything went.
And the point was, I was in this world which meant I was not insane but instead, screwed.
As we rode back into the Daxshee, horses carrying my friends peeled off on a variety of trails winding through the chams, quietly called farewells the only things piercing our silence. When Seerim had lifted his chin at his wife before his horse took him down another path and it was only Diandra and I, I decided it was time to have a chat with my friend.
I didn’t get this chance. Zahnin barked an order, the four warriors gave him chin lifts, peeled away and Zahnin’s horse trotted up to me.
I looked up at him to see him glaring down at me, his gaze swung to Diandra then back to me and then I watched his jaw turn rock hard.
Oh man. I was thinking this wasn’t good.
Maybe he didn’t like rainbows. Or witches. Even those who held noble magic who didn’t know they were witches.
I braced before I asked, “Is all well, Zahnin?”
His glare turned to a scowl. Then a muscle jumped in his cheek.