My mind is still rife with such images when a faint sound draws my attention. A scratching somewhere beneath me. That rat-like scraping. Only, it’s not rats at all. I know it’s not, just like I knew it wasn’t them before. It’s another Rettling in the tunnel, and given how things have unfolded since the Ofur began, there are only two options for who it might be: Del or Jonas. And no matter how ridiculous it is of me, I know which one I’m praying to see.

As the scratching gets louder, the tension claws at my insides. I hold my breath, offering silent prayers to the Goddess who stands in front of me. If she hears my desperate pleas, she doesn’t show it. Her eyes remain closed, her face expressionless.

Only when a crown of sandy hair crests the opening do I let out a gasp.

‘Jonas!’

While Zara scoffs as if disgusted by this new addition, I run over to the shaft he came through and offer him my hand. His weight is almost enough to pull me down, but somehow, I don’t fall. Instead, I haul him up, grunting with effort until his feet finally find the flat ground. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he looks even worse than I feel. Blood has dripped down his cheeks and dyed his beard a reddish-brown, and one of his eyes is swollen shut. But he’s alive. He’s still alive.

‘Rose.’ His voice echoes all the relief I feel, yet as he goes to hug me, I gesture behind him.

His eyes flick first to Zara. He blanches. ‘She’s been stripped?’

But before I can answer, his eyes fall on Dinah and reverence washes over him.

‘Is that …’ Before I’ve even responded, he falls to his knees and offers the same words I did. ‘Great Goddess.’

Dinah’s eyes ping open, a smile lighting them. ‘Welcome, child.’

It’s exactly the same greeting she gave me. Does that mean Jonas has made it too? That she’s going to take his powers and tell us all to fight?

Do I want that or not? Anything to prevent Zara from being gifted is a good thing in my mind, but what chance do I stand of winning against Jonas as well? And will I be able to fight with my friend, even if he’s out of favour at this very second? As I contemplate the answers to my questions, the Goddess steps down from the rock on which she stands, then raises her hands, offering her palms up to the sky.

‘Zara, Rose. Now the time has come for the last part of your trial.’ Jonas is out of the running, then. That answers that question, but it also begs another: why did we need to wait for him to be here before Etta told us what the final part of the trial is?

It’s with a sickening drop in my stomach that realisation comes.

A heartbeat later, the Goddess confirms it. ‘Whichever one of you kills Jonas Lorathin will be victorious. You may begin.’

With that, she steps back.

Zara doesn’t even bother waiting to see if I react. Instead, she lunges straight for Jonas. Her sword whistles as it cuts through the air, but the moment he blocks the strike he looks at me.

‘Rose!’ Jonas yells out. ‘You can’t let Zara kill me! You can’t let her win! It has to be you. It has to be! Kill me quick!’

His words make me feel sick. He may have pissed me off on so many occasions, yet now – when it truly matters – he would throw away his life for me. For my success.

Jonas has his dagger, but the knuckles of his right hand are red raw, and I can tell from the way the vein bulges on his forehead that just gripping it properly is agonising.

Zara swings wildly at my would-be betrothed a second time. How she got that sword up some of the shafts, I’ve no idea, but it’s clear she’s struggling to hold it and balance her weight on that injured left leg.

Jonas sees it too and strikes out behind her knee. A good shot would have brought her down, but he’s also tired and injured, and it makes his aim sloppy. She recovers and moves into her next strike before he’s even rebalanced.

My own knuckles are white as I grip the hilt of my dagger, but I don’t move to unsheathe it.

I don’t know what to do.

Do I risk it all and help him, or do I kill my friend? As I will my feet to move, I’m suddenly aware of the cloaked figure closing in on me.

‘You are not moving.’ The Goddess’s voice resonates all the way to my bones. ‘Do you wish to give your gifting away?’

‘You wish me to kill, here, in front of you, the Goddess of Life?’ I shake my head bitterly, making my choice. ‘He’s my friend. I won’t kill him, not even for you. Not even for the gifting. It’s not right.’

‘Would you have the same conviction if it was my brother Mortidem you were standing before?’ she asks.

‘If the God of Death wants death, then I doubt my personal desires would weigh very heavily.’

A sound almost like a chuckle rings out from her throat as I turn away. I’m sure there are a thousand different scriptures explaining the reasons I should never turn my back on a God, but unless I do something, I’m going to lose another of my friends. Jonas is struggling and still refusing to use his powers, and Zara is giving it all she’s got.

‘You need to use your magic!’ I scream at Jonas. ‘Use your magic. Blind her.’

His eyes dart to me and I see the panic within them, the fear of what he might do. It’s clouding his judgement. Stopping him from understanding what will happen if he doesn’t.

‘She’s going to kill you. For fuck’s sake, Jonas. Don’t be so fucking stupid!’

‘You should know,’ the Goddess murmurs in my thoughts, ‘that Jonas has lied to you. Manipulated you. Some would say he deserves death, and that justice dictates you should be the one to give it to him.’

‘This is the test,’ I say as realisation dawns.

‘Are you certain, Rose Kultavaris?’

I swallow hard because if I’m wrong, I’ll lose it all. Yet the Goddess of Life cannot want this of me, surely?

I look again at Jonas. See the way his eyes keep darting to me. See Zara’s mouth foaming as she fights for his death. One of them will die here today, and objectively, there’s only one person I want that to be. Not the one who carried a blinded Rettling off a frozen lake so she would at least have a chance to live. No, it has to be the one who murdered runts for sport.

The air trembles in my lungs. I need to save Jonas because it’s the right fucking thing to do, and sometimes we have to do what’s right, even when it puts everything on the line. No, especially when it puts everything on the line.

I breathe in and step forward, my dagger raised.

A roar tears from Zara’s throat the instant she sees me, the sound more beast than woman. She lifts her sword in a clean arc and the steel sings as it cuts through the air. She is nothing but a fur, leather, and braided hair blur as she runs at Jonas.

Her blade is long enough that a single sweep would send him sprawling – or me should she decide to change targets. I have no shield and no reach, and the only weapons in my possession are daggers, so small they might as well be fingernails in comparison to her sword.

But if I can close the distance between us …

I don’t waste any more time. Instead, I run at her.

Zara’s strike splits the air where Jonas stood less than a heartbeat before, and he twists as best he can, pivoting to escape her blade.

I vault low, and the world narrows to the sound of my heart and the thudding of my boots on the hard earth. It’s loud enough for her to hear me coming for her.

Instantly, she decides I’m the bigger threat – or maybe it’s just the fact that killing me will be enough for her to win by default – and she turns to face me head-on.

‘Fuck you, Kultavaris.’

Unlike all the times I’ve seen her fight before, her sword now swings without finesse or control, rage getting the better of her. Yet she catches my shoulder with the flat of her blade all the same. Pain shoots up from the impact point, and my arm goes numb from the shock, but I roll with it, dropping my weight and tangling my legs with hers in a move Kyor taught me. Go in brutal and precise.