Eli put the notebook between them and turned it around so Kellan could read the first entry.
The page was plain. Date. Place. A brief account of the words that had mattered. He had left a space where the name belonged and covered the private notes at the bottom with an envelope.
“Darius asked me to bring his daughter safely out and tell her he tried to return,” he said.
Tessa’s hand tightened on her cup. She had heard the account before, but hearing her father’s name spoken in the room changed the air. Sera glanced at her, then at the page.
“He made the request himself,” Eli continued. “I didn’t give him the words. He died, and I later received an offer. The ability was Weak-Point Sight.”
Kellan studied the empty space on the page. “Did you accept immediately?”
“No. I didn’t understand what it was. I had to choose.”
“And the wish?”
