QuellSilence hangs in the air around me like a guillotine. I’m still cold from the cloak I used to travel to the Sixth Ward in DC. My heart rams in my chest as I skim the darkness, looking for Jordan. But there isn’t a person in sight. Only moonlight washing the ground in light, telling secrets the darkness was supposed to hide.
The last time I saw Jordan, he was surrounded by Draguns and I was riding away on a horse with Yagrin at the reins. He was supposed to meet back up with Abby and me at a Tavern. We needed to hatch a plan to deal with the Dragunhead and Beaulah trying to steal the Sphere’s magic—everyone’s magic,
my magic!
But he never showed.
And worse, Yagrin and Nore agreed to find the piece of the ancestral House of Ambrose Scroll that promised immortality, so if the Sphere’s magic is lost and the Headmistresses die, Jordan could use it to save my life. But there’s no word from either of them. My mother’s remains at House of Perl, Beaulah trying to use me to steal the Sphere’s magic, House of Duncan showing up to fight House of Marionne, my grandmother dying . . . It all still haunts my dreams.
But it’s the whispered rumors about what Jordan might have done that congeals my blood more than any memory.
I move faster down the streets, careful to skirt the streetlights. I’ve heard that magic is dying out, the Order is fracturing as Marked turn on one another, that House of Marionne didn’t hold a funeral for my grandmother. I’ve also heard rumors the Dragun brotherhood has disbanded and Beaulah’s niece, Adola, is recruiting ex-brotherhood to their side. Darker rumors suggest Jordan tried to steal the magic, and it
killed . . .
A lump rises in my throat as I hug around myself, searching these battered city streets. When I intercepted a deal among a seedy group of Traders two days ago, I overheard that the Dragunheart would be in the Sixth Ward of DC tonight. It could be bad gossip, but I am taking my chances.
The boy who first saw in me what I couldn’t see in myself
is alive. I know it in my bones. I just have to find him.
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