“Trsiel? You said you can’t,” I said. “Why can’t you?”

“Because I’d kill Jaime.”

“And your point is?” Kristof said.

Trsiel’s gaze hardened as it rose to meet Kristof’s. “My point is that Jaime Vegas is an innocent party. I don’t know how the Nix got into her body, but unless she’s a willing participant—”

“She’s not,” I said softly. “The Nix tricked her. Jaime thinks she’s helping me save Savannah from the Nix. Which means Trsiel’s right. We can’t kill her…not if there’s another way. The Nix can’t teleport while she’s in Jaime, so we have some time before she gets to Portland.”

Kris stepped back and rolled his shoulders. A moment’s hesitation, as he slipped back into character. “I would suggest, then, that we not waste time trying to figure this out ourselves. We’ll see what the Fates have to say.”

“Trsiel is right,” the middle Fate said. “He cannot kill her.”

We stood in the throne room. Kristof and I, that is. Trsiel stayed outside, probably having decided he was better off keeping away from Kris for a while.

“Fine,” I said. “He can’t kill an innocent. We get that, and so long as we still have a chance of stopping the Nix before she kills Paige or Lucas, I don’t want Jaime hurt any more than you do.”

The Fate shook her head. “I don’t think you understand, Eve. Trsiel cannot kill her. Not now. Not ever…even as a last resort.”

“What?”

“Hold on.” Kris stepped forward, hands raised. “You mean to tell me that you’ll let this Nix kill those kids, and you won’t interfere? What kind of justice is that?”

The oldest Fate slid into her sister’s place and fixed Kris with a glare. “Is her life worth less than theirs?”

“Yes. There’s no question about that, is there? No disrespect to Jaime Vegas, but this is a woman who whores her—”

“Kristof—”

Kris met the Fate’s gaze. “Whores her talents to the highest bidder, while Lucas and Paige are down there doing your work, fighting on your side. You cannot compare her to them.”

The middle Fate took over. “It’s not our place to judge the value of a human life, Kristof.”

“Then whose is it? Because I want to talk to him.”

“No one has that power…or that right.”

Kristof shook his head in disgust. “Fine, then. Maybe you can’t compare lives, but I’m sure you can count, and two lives lost plus one destroyed must be worth more than a single loss.”

The youngest Fate appeared. “We can count, Kristof. Even me. It’s you who needs a lesson. Not in math, but in English. We didn’t say Trsiel may not kill the Nix while she’s in Jaime’s body, or that he will not. We said can not.”