*Brook*

“What if I can tap into your Sight?”

River groans as if I’ve said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. I’ve heard that groan a lot in my life, but I’ve also been right more than I’ve been wrong.

“It doesn’t work that way,” Permiton says carefully, as though he’s afraid I’ll break if he pushes too hard. “The Sight is innate. I was born with it. It’s not some reservoir you can just dip into.”

“Maerilee was born with her own magic,” I point out. “That didn’t stop you from pulling on it. Not everything is as black and white as you make it seem.”

Permiton opens his...