“How about I throw myself at your feet and pledge my undying gratitude?”

“Better, but how about plain old gratitude? Undying sounds creepy. Like it would live on after you’re gone. Ghost gratitude. Too much like magic.” He grimaced. “Now I have another reason to hate magic.”

His gloominess lasted a second before he hopped to his feet. He bowed with mock formality. “If you should need aid again, send me a D-I-D call.”

“I will.”

Finally given permission to travel after a total of twenty-five days in Hubal, I packed my saddlebags. It was the first day of the cooling season. Kade needed to be on the coast and I needed to make a decision. Should I tell the Council about my immunity or not? What would I do if I didn’t tell them? How would I be useful if I did inform them? Questions without answers chased their tails in my mind.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and I shouted, “Come in,” without checking who was on the other side, my confidence due to the knowledge everyone had been arrested.

However, there were gaps in my knowledge. Not everyone dwelled in a locked cell. The door swung open and Devlen entered my room.

Instinct caused me to reach for my sais, but I stopped when I met his gaze. Ulrick’s soul no longer lurked behind those blue eyes. Devlen had tied his long hair back. The dark features of his strong face held concern.

“I’m surprised you haven’t been arrested,” I said.

“Me, too.” Standing by the door, he kept his distance. “The Council is discussing my future.”

“And they didn’t incarcerate you while they debated?” A slight, peevish annoyance crept into my tone. He’d used blood magic and could again, yet he remained free. I calmed my ire with the reminder of Akako’s dishonest influence on the Councilors at the time of my trial.

“Yelena spoke for me.”

“Why?”

He smiled in self-deprecation. “Because I tortured her with pressure points.”

“Not funny.” I waited.

Devlen rubbed his arms as if warding off a sudden chill. “When she helped…transfer my soul, she examined me. I never felt so…vulnerable. Every facet of me—my desires, needs and beliefs were exposed. Helpless, I saw them all in their raw form. Not pretty.”

“Being helpless and in pain is never pretty.” From the distress on his face, I knew he realized how much I’d suffered at his hands.

He hugged his arms tighter. “She returned me to my body and—” he pushed one of his sleeves up “—purged the ink and blood from my skin.” He ran a finger along his muscle as if he still didn’t believe it belonged to him. “I expected to be arrested, but she claimed my efforts to help you and Zitora went in my favor. I will probably have to spend a few years in prison for my prior deeds.” He let his arms drop. “I plan to cooperate fully.”

“How did you help Zitora?”

Devlen shrugged. “It was not much. I was the only one conscious after you siphoned the others. I put pressure on Zitora’s wound to staunch the blood, but she struggled to heal herself and was close to losing the battle. I acted on instinct. Scooping up a handful of your diamonds, I poured them into her palm and held her fingers around them. Her powers are impressive.”

The diamonds were charged with magic. He saved her life. The effort must have sapped her strength. He could have escaped.

“Then what happened?” I asked.

“When I was sure she would live, I checked on you. No signs of life.” The memory of horror touched his eyes before fading. “When I did find a pulse it was barely there. I freed Janco, and we ran for help.”

He could have run away. I pushed away the dreadful memories of him and considered his deeds since we returned from Ixia. He’d had plenty of opportunities to disappear.

“Why did you stay?”

He shot me an incredulous look. “I told you before.”

To protect me. “But why?”

“To make amends.”

He had decided long ago what I just figured out. Not to let guilt rule him by atoning for his past actions.

“I know you will never forgive me, but this way I can live with myself.”

I gaped at him. A response bubbled and popped in my throat. Could I forgive him? It would take time and experience. “Never say never.”

He laughed. “A glimmer of hope.” With a hitch in his step, he walked toward me. “I have something for you.”

Pleased I didn’t flinch as he neared, I asked, “Did you get hurt?” I gestured to his leg.

“No. I have to get…used to this body again. I am taller than Ulrick.”

And the scar on his neck gave him a rugged, handsome appearance, adding to his lean and muscular build. With the tattoos gone, I wondered how he looked without a shirt. I berated myself for my thoughts. At one time, his visage haunted me.

He handed me a narrow box. “Go on. Open it.”

I lifted the lid, revealing a black leather holder. Inside the sheath was a pearl-handled switchblade. Palming the weapon, I pressed the button. The blade shot out with hardly a sound.

“It is crafted by the Bloodgoods using the finest steel,” Devlen said. “You can clip the holder to a belt or strap it around your arm or thigh.”

I examined the metal blade. Symbols had been etched into the steel. “What are these?”

He grinned with devious glee. “Ixian battle symbols. Janco helped me with them.”