“You kidnapped his son!” I said, then elbowed Quen in the ribs. The line had gone slippery. “Let go of the line, damn it,” I muttered, then I filled my chi when he did. “We need to work on this sharing thing,” I said, and he grimaced.

I dared a look at the line humming clean behind Ku’Sox. “Your sludge is out of the line,” I said boldly. “It was your aura signature on the curse that broke it. Give me Bis and Trent, and I might not press charges.”

Ku’Sox smiled, and I couldn’t help my shiver. “In a moment,” he said, smile fading as Etude paced between us. “It looks clean, and I don’t sense any . . . trickery. What have you done, Rachel? You can’t have fixed it. You moved it, but where? Curious.”

I stiffened as he looked to the sky then took one sharply angled step sideways into my line like it was a river. “You lose!” I shouted, adrenaline pouring into me, and Quen caught my shoulder to keep me from striding forward. “I’m calling Dali. Your ass is mine, and you will admit you broke it!”

“I . . . don’t think . . . so.” Ku’Sox was in the line, tasting it, almost, making sure it was truly clean. It was. I could guarantee it.

“Your aura signature is at the bottom of that sludge line!” I asserted, and Ku’Sox laughed.

“Perhaps, but I don’t see a sludge line.”

“That’s because I got rid of it!” I shouted, and then I fell back, my folly falling on me. I’d moved all the imbalance, yes, and his curse with it. Until I got all the imbalances where they belonged, no one would be able to see his curse. Damn it! Couldn’t I catch a single Turn-blessed break?

“Tell me how you did it,” Ku’Sox said, seeming to be genuinely curious. “You couldn’t have destroyed it. You put it somewhere, holding it in your chi perhaps? Is that why you stole a pair of elven rings?” He simpered at Quen. “Needed some help holding that much slop?”

My head hurt, and I lifted my chin. I didn’t think he knew which rings we had, or he would be more aggressive. That I hadn’t proved he was responsible for the event horizon was infuriating, but if we couldn’t prove we were stronger than him, it wouldn’t matter. Cowards! Why am I helping them?

“I wonder,” Ku’Sox said, standing in my line and soaking it in, bathing in energy. “Can you defend yourself while hiding all that imbalance?”

Etude’s ears pricked in alarm, and I stiffened, imagining a circle around Quen and me. Ku’Sox shifted, and my eyes widened. I reached for the ley line, shouting “Rhombus!” only to fall to a knee, fumbling for the line running through my fingers like sand.