Kingdom of Ash

seemed to flow like a living black river.
“So your magic is still there?” Elide
blurted.
Aelin slid turquoise eyes over to her. “Is
your water warm?”
Elide snorted, dragging her fingers through
the water. “Yes.”
“You wish to know how much, exactly.”
“Am I allowed to know?”
“I wasn’t lying in the meeting,” Aelin said,
voice still hollow. She’d stood there and taken
every shouted question from Princess Hasar,
every frown of disapproval from Prince
Sartaq. “It’s ...” She lifted her arms, and
positioned her hands in the air above each
other, a foot of space between them. “Here’s
where the bottom was before,” she said,
wriggling her lower fingers. She lifted her
bottom hand until it hovered two inches from
her top hand. “Here’s where it is now.”