"Your amber eye appraises," Lilith said.
The crack across Tavian's eye was already closing. Thin red roots crawled over its surface and stitched it back together, and in only a few breaths, the amber eye was whole again.
But it was no longer glowing.
"It looks at something and tells you what it's worth," Lilith continued. "Where it is weakest. How cheaply it can be broken. And whether something valuable is hidden where nobody else can see it."
Her gaze dropped to the wet stone beneath her feet, as if she were looking through the terrace, through the lake, and all the way down to the cavern far below.
"That's how you found what was beneath that pool, isn't it?"
Tavian didn't answer.
"And your grey eye trades," Lilith said. "Once the amber eye sets the price, the grey eye pays it. Your body for a stone bench. Your enemy's strings for his own arm. Your sister's life for the source."
Simon's eyes narrowed.
