The demon leaned towards me, his face looming closer. ‘Under our laws, if you won the battle we would have set you free. You had won. He was dying.’

I shrugged, almost immediately regretting it as I felt my knees shudder once more. Only my would-be executioner by my side was keeping me upright. ‘I’m a pacifist.’

The demon frowned, still struggling to understand. ‘A what?’

‘I can’t justify violence.’

His brow furrowed as he absorbed this. He murmured something to the boss man who stared at me, wide-eyed. Then he muttered something and his translator spoke again. ‘That explains why you did not use the knife and why you did not attempt to fight back. It does not explain why you healed him. He was dying as a result of a clumsy accident, not by your hand.’

I licked my lips. I knew this was my one chance; there was no other way I could explain myself and get the chance to turn everything around. ‘Standing by and not helping when I have the power to do so is the same as wielding a blade myself.’ I squeezed my eyes shut. ‘Forgive me. I’m not explaining myself very well. I don’t feel too good.’

He regarded me quietly. ‘Why do you not heal yourself?’

I started. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I could do that. ‘I…’

‘You told us you had one type of magic. We assumed that was the ability to control the air, which we have already seen. You apparently did not lie. And yet we saw evidence of several different sorts of magic that cannot possibly be connected in the way that Levitation and the creation of clouds could be. You do not seem to fully understand some of this magic yourself. What is the truth?’

You could have heard a pin drop. I felt rather than saw every member of audience lean forward as if they were afraid to miss my answer. ‘I steal,’ I said simply. ‘I am a thief and I can steal magic. That is my Gift.’

A twitch in his cheek was the only evidence he’d heard me. ‘You could steal my magic from me?’

I nodded then I focused on the invisible swirl within him. ‘You have the ability to teleport yourself,’ I said. I smiled in understanding. ‘And to learn any tongue should you so desire it.’

The demon rocked back and muttered quickly to the Fomori boss who gestured impatiently. The demon bowed in answer and looked back at me. ‘Show me,’ he demanded. ‘Show me how this works.’

I had no idea whether I still had the strength for this. If he would give me a minute I could see if I could use my stolen Gift to heal myself but I didn’t think that any delays would serve me well. Wasting no more time, I snatched and took a thread of his magic, drawing it into my own being.

He gasped, his hand reaching involuntarily to his chest. ‘I can feel it.’ He turned to his leader. ‘It’s gone. Not a lot, but I can feel that it’s lessened slightly. She took my magic from me. I might not have noticed if I hadn’t known what she was going to do.’