Page 50 of Axis of Fire

“Or that I was born in the fire world?”

“A mage’s power depends solely on genetics,” he answered shortly.

I nodded.

The urge to talk to the people I’d once called my parents grew stronger by the second.

Airis rolled his shoulders slightly, then leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.

“Still not planning on eating?”

“What? Still can’t believe I didn’t fall for your poison?” I arched a brow.

I didn’t believe in this sudden kindness.

Or his sudden concern.

Maybe I resembled them because of my power—

but even here, I was still an anomaly.

Especially with my ability to speak to the dead.

At the thought, I exhaled quietly.

Annoyed.

I never wanted to stand out.

But I did.

In the human world.

And now in the magical one too.

Would I always have to hide something?

Without a word, Airis picked up one of the pastries and broke it in half.

He slid one piece toward me.

Inside was some kind of white cream mixed with herbs.

“Let’s share. Maybe then you’ll finally trust me enough to eat.”

He waited for me to take it, watching me closely.

I didn’t move.

“What’s inside?” I asked.

“Curd butter and herbs grown in Istarus,” he answered patiently.

“Then you go first,” I nodded toward his half.

“And I’ll ask again—how do I know you didn’t take an antidote beforehand?”

“Girl, I’ve never seen anyone more stubborn than you,” Aars muttered.