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.He thought of asking one of the Guardians for a dagger, but he realized it would be less than useless against the nightmare if the beast went mad and attacked them in earnest.First he would find Ilvani; then he would deal with the nightmare.He approached her cautiously, coming in well within her periphery so as not to surprise her.His stance was eerily like the first time he’d approached the nightmare in the training paddock.He had absolutely no idea what to expect.“Ilvani,” he called.She didn’t answer.She continued to stare into the dust clouds and listened to the nightmare’s screams.Cold wind gusted across the plain and blew grit into Ashok’s eyes.“Come back to the city with me.Whatever’s happening, we’ll help you, I promise.”“I couldn’t get them out.My fault,” she said.Ashok saw her clearly now, and what he saw shocked him more than Cree’s vacant eye socket.She’d slashed the long sleeves of her dress.Blood-caked scraps dangled from her elbows.Dozens of ugly cuts covered her forearms.Ashok seized her wrist—she dropped the bloody knife—to see how deep the wounds went.Luckily, most were superficial, except for a particularly nasty slash on the back of her hand.“Ilvani, what have you done to yourself?”“The stains—I couldn’t get them out, so I had to tear the dress,” she said, sounding contrite.She bent to retrieve the knife.“I’ll try some more.”“No!” Ashok kicked the weapon away.“Ilvani, why did you do this? I’ve never seen you cut yourself before.”“You’ve never seen me at all.” Contrition turned to irritation.Her mood shifts, at least, were familiar.Ashok ripped off a piece of his own sleeve and wound it around her right arm.“We need to get out of here,” he said.“Give me your other arm.”He expected her to ignore him, but she held her arm up without complaint.Ashok knew then that something was terribly wrong.Ilvani hated to be touched.“You should cut them off,” she said.“They’re not worth anything.”“If I did that, you’d regret it, especially when it came time to—”Suddenly he stopped wrapping the bandage.The shallower cuts on her left arm—she hadn’t made them at random.Ashok saw symbols, repetitive patterns, but they were nothing he could decipher.He started to ask her about them, but a loud scream shattered the air and made Ashok spin.He grabbed again for a weapon that wasn’t on his belt.The nightmare was almost on top of them.Ashok shoved Ilvani out of the way and dived aside as the stallion charged past them, fiery hooves striking sparks off the ground.A wall of heat came in his wake, hot enough to make Ashok’s eyes water.He’d forgotten the speed, the raw elemental force that surrounded the beast.The nightmare made a wide circle and came at them again.The stallion’s eyes were full of swelling hatred, but as he got closer, Ashok saw the beast leaping and bucking, his neck muscles straining as if against an invisible goad.Foam dripped from his mouth, and his eyes glazed over—the hatred was there, but with an undercurrent of desperation Ashok had never seen before.The nightmare, usually a creature of deadly grace, at that moment behaved like a tormented animal.He’s trying to resist the madness, but he’s not in control, Ashok thought.The nightmare was far more intelligent than the panthers or shadow snakes, yet something about Ilvani’s presence drove them all into a killing frenzy.Ilvani stood up.Ashok tried to put his body in front of her, but she shoved at him.“Let it take me!” she yelled.Ashok grabbed for her again, but she dodged, tripped, and fell directly in the path of the nightmare’s deadly hooves.He couldn’t get to her in time.“Tempus!” The name ripped from Ashok’s throat.Sparks flew as the nightmare skidded and reared a breath from caving in Ilvani’s skull.For an age, he stayed suspended in the air, his fire drifting over them.Lying on her back, Ilvani watched the flames.They reflected in her black eyes like stars.Finally, the stallion came down and retreated, but he tossed his head and snorted in furious agitation.His entire body shuddered.Ashok came toward him, but the nightmare let out a short, sharp screech and struck the ground with his hooves.“It’s your own fault,” Ashok said with black humor.“You wouldn’t leave me alone.How does it feel to have your power turned back at you, a force that gnaws at your mind?”The nightmare snorted a breath of foul steam on the air.Hands raised, Ashok tried again to approach the stallion.Red eyes, huge and rolling, followed his movements, but the nightmare didn’t retreat this time.The flames coursing through his mane slowly dimmed to a deep blue line.Ashok put his hand against the nightmare’s flank and felt the heat so intense, it bordered on pain.The promise of pain, the constant threat of oblivion.Ashok had almost forgotten how the nightmare’s presence affected him.A part of his soul reviled the beast, but another part felt as though it were coming home.The nightmare felt it too.Slowly, the stallion stopped his restless pacing and pawing.His fetlocks cooled to a deep black color.Under Ashok’s stroking fingers, he became almost as docile as a pet.Ashok heard Ilvani get to her feet and come to stand behind him.The nightmare followed her every movement.His nostrils flared as if the beast scented something terrible in the air.“Easy,” Ashok said, moving his hand up the nightmare’s neck.“Whatever it is, it’s not going to master you.” He turned his head to meet Ilvani’s gaze.“You’re both stronger than that.”It was a lie.Ilvani didn’t look strong.She looked frail, desperate, and utterly alone.“Natan,” she said.The way she said her brother’s name pierced Ashok’s heart.“He’s not here, Ilvani.”She put bloody hands against her face.Her shoulders heaved with abrupt, violent sobs.“Why can’t you just leave it alone?” she cried.“Let the fire burn, let it pound me into the ground.Natan, it hurts.I can see them all, but not you.Not you.”Ashok didn’t know what to do
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