Evan gritted his teeth and shook his head. “He’s such slime.”
“I know. He even hinted at me working for them.”
“What?” he snapped.
She sighed. “It’s kind of creepy. I’m sixteen, I don’t have any magic in my blood. . .why does he even care?”
“He thinks we’re corrupting you. He’d probably feel really good about himself if he was the one to save you from us monsters.” He scoffed and flopped down on his back. The next firework that burst into the sky resembled a dragon, and he wondered if Mahris had helped with them. The Protectors were fine with magic when it suited their purposes.
Sierra leaned on her elbow. “I wonder if they’ll ever see you as real people.”
“I doubt it. In their eyes, Avialies are abominations.”
“Do you think we’ll ever find a way to break the curse?”
Evan glanced at her. Her gaze was fixed on him, her face serious. He sighed. “I don’t know. It’s been three years already. You’d think if they could have broken it, they would have already.”
She touched his tunic, playing with a string. He held his breath. “I wish we could do more.”
“Me, too. I wish I could hunt that Thieran down and kill him.”
Her fingers stilled on his chest. “Kill him?”
“After making him reverse the curse.”
“How would you do that?”
“I don’t know. I’d do whatever I had to.” He fell silent, thinking of torture or threatening his family members. He gazed at the fireworks above them. What kind of a person did that make him, that he’d be willing to do things like that for his family’s future? How else were they going to reverse the curse?