Zekia. Wesley wouldn’t have had such blind faith in her if he knew what Tavia knew, or if he had seen the future Karam had seen.

Still Tavia nodded. “If she comes to our side, do you think she can cure everyone of the Loj and put an end to this?”

“I hate to break it to you,” Saxony said. “But she can’t just whip up a cure in the heat of battle and disperse it to the thousands Ashwood has enthralled.”

“And what if she does not join us?” Karam asked. “What if your sister cannot be saved?”

She emphasized your sister, as though she still couldn’t quite believe Wesley was related to Saxony and Zekia. Tavia couldn’t either, but the reminder that they were related made her think.

It almost gave her an idea.

“She’s your sister,” Tavia said, mirroring Karam’s emphasis.

They all looked to Tavia and she felt her heart begin to race as the idea sprang up in her mind, so obvious, she couldn’t believe none of them had considered it yet.

“Yes,” Wesley said, shuffling a little uncomfortably. “I appreciate the update.”

“She’s your family.”

“Yes,” he said again. “You can stop now.”

“You’re her Kin.”

“Are you on something?” Saxony asked her. “Did you break into a secret stash of Cloverye and not spread the love around?”

“You’re her blood,” Tavia said. “Both of you.”

“I think you’re right,” Wesley said to Saxony. “She’s definitely been at my stash.”

“Shut up,” Tavia said. “I’m onto something.”

She paced the length of the room, her hand fiddling with a blade to keep her thoughts steady.

“You both have immunity from the Loj elixir because Zekia does.” Tavia tapped the knife on her palm. “A Crafter can’t be enthralled by their own magic. That’s why Saxony was able to fight against it when she attacked me back in Creije.”

“And then recover so quickly,” Karam said.

“Exactly!” Tavia pointed the knife at her. “And why they couldn’t use it to turn Wesley when they kept him captive. So if the immunity is in their blood, then couldn’t the cure be in it too?”

“You think that we could create an antidote without Zekia,” Wesley said. “With our own blood.” He turned to Saxony. “Would that work?”

Saxony blew out a breath and leaned against the wall with a frown. “I’m not sure,” she said. “It would mean creating an elixir of our own, infused with our blood. Nobody has ever tried something like that before.”

“But theoretically, it’s possible,” Tavia said. “You could do it?”

Saxony shrugged. “Theoretically, we could do anything. We’re Crafters. Miracles are kind of our thing.”