I slammed back into my body, exhaling as Iepa stared at me with shock and more than a little terror.

"You knew," she choked out.

"The blood of the maji is on my hands," I said, like that meant something.

Iepa meeped in fear, freeing her fingers from mine, hugging herself. "You have to stop it," she said.

I laughed, empty and hopeless. "How?"

Oliver's hands settled on my shoulders, ...