SOMEONE WAS SHAKING HER.
โRune!โ
Her head throbbed. In fact, her whole body throbbed, pain reverberating outward from one intense point at the back of her skull.ย Ughhhh.
โAlex โฆ can you help me sit her up?โ
Rune forced her eyes open. The room blurred and swayed above her. She saw a smudge of gold overhead, heard Alex murmur something to Verity, and closed her eyes again.
From the hard surface beneath her back, she knew she was on the floor. โWhat happened?โ she whispered.
Alex scooped her into his arms and set her on Verityโs bed. โYou fainted,โ answered Verity.
It wasnโt the first time. It happened whenever she pushed herself too hard on a spell that was too difficult for her.
If Nan were still alive to guide her, maybe this would be easier. But Runeโs first bleeding came a few months after theyโd purged her. Sheโd had to learn everything on her own, or with Verityโs help. And after two years of being a witch, Rune could still only cast a handful of spells.
As the pounding in her head subsided, she forced her eyes open. The room spun.
โYou overexerted yourself,โ said Verity. โItโs like when too much electric current flows through a wire. The wire canโt hold that much power and overheats, causing a fire or explosion.โ
Rune frowned at her friend. โI donโt follow.โ
โYour powerโthe amount of magic youโre capable ofโis too much for your conductor, or the quality of blood youโre using. So the spell short- circuits.โ
But Rune had no other blood to use.
Sighing, she waited for her vision to clear. Finally, Alex and Verity came into view, their brows furrowed as they stood over her. An uncorked vial lay on the floor, its contents spilling out in a glistening pool of bright red blood.
โNo, no, no โฆโ Rune scrambled toward it, but it was too late. Most of the blood had seeped into the cracks between the floorboards and was already drying.
Rune touched her index finger to the precious, sticky blood.
What a waste.
She only had one full vial left until her next cycle started.
Her hand fisted as she stared at the mess. โI wish I was better at this.โ
โYou could be.โ Verity crouched down next to her. โThis blood is old, Rune. No matter how much practicing you do or how perfect your marks are, some spells are going to be impossible or dangerous to cast without fresh blood. You might get away with a basic Minora spell and some Mirages, but if you want to cast more complex spells, you need fresh blood. Otherwise, this will keep happening.โ
โTo do that, Iโd have to cut myself,โ said Rune. Which would create casting scars, which she couldnโt risk.
When a witch drew blood by cutting her skin, the magic used to cast a spell discolored the scar, turning it silver. It was why casting scars were considered beautiful during the Reign of Witches. Many witches made their cuts with care, intentionally creating elaborate designs across their bodies. Some employed skilled artists to do the cutting for them. Popular places were down the arms and back, and along the shoulders, collarbones, and wrists. But these were also highly visible, so after the revolution, witches with scars in these places had been the first to be identified and purged.
Runeโs grandmother had kept her scars contained to her arms. If Rune closed her eyes, she could still see them. The delicate cuts began at the edge of Nanโs collarbone and flowed down to her wrists in silvery designs
depicting nautical scenes: a ship in a storm, half-swallowed by waves; sea monsters swimming in the deep.
โYou wouldnโtย haveย to cut yourself,โ said Verity. โWhat do you mean?โ asked Alex from behind them.
Verity glanced back at him. โMy sisters used to say that a witchโs skill is a combination of study and practice. The more she learns and memorizes, and the more she consistently practices her spellmarks, the more she excels at her spells. But an equally vital component is the blood she has access to. An accomplished witch can master complex spells using her own fresh blood, or someone elseโs. Rune canโt use her own, for obvious reasons, but sheย couldย use someone elseโsโif they were willing to bear the scars.โ
Nan had mentioned it to her onceโthat some witches used the blood of others to amplify their spells. This was necessary for immense magical workings, such as Majoras and Arcanasโthe two highest categories of spellcraft. Majora spells required someone elseโs blood given with permission; Arcana spells required someone elseโs blood taken against their will.
Arcanas were the most powerful of all spells and had been outlawed for centuries. Not only were they considered wicked, they came with a considerable cost: if a witch took someoneโs blood against their will, the spell using that blood would corrupt the witch. She would crave the power it gave her, and resort to more coercive bloodletting, often killing her sources.
โYouโre saying Rune could, for example, use my blood to do magic?โ asked Alex.
Verity nodded. โSheโs capable of powerful spells. Sheโs simply working with a diminished resource. Basic spells like Mirages can be done using old blood, but the more powerful spells require the sacrifice ofย freshย blood.โ
Alex glanced at Rune, his eyes sparking.
โNo,โ said Rune, seeing the thoughts in his head. โAbsolutely not.โ โWhy? If it would help youโโ
โYouย would bear the scars.โ If Rune were to take Alexโs blood, even with his permission, silver casting scars would appear where sheโd cut him. It would put him at too great a risk.
Verity looked like she was about to say something, when the sound of voices in the hall made them all twist toward the doorโwhich shone with a bloody spellmark.
โI need to clean this,โ said Rune, realizing the danger sheโd put her friend in. She started to rise. โBefore someone sees โฆโ
Verity put a hand on her shoulder, pressing lightly down. โStay here and rest a minute. Iโll clean up.โ
Verity left to fetch a bucket of soapy water and a mop, locking the door behind her. In the silence, Runeโs stomach growled. Magic always made her ravenous.
Alex lifted the spell book lying open on the bed. โ โPicklockย and
Deadboltโ?โ
From the floor, Rune looked up to find him standing over her. The open spell book in his hands cloaked her in shadow.
โItโs my backup plan,โ Rune explained. โIn case we canโt find Seraphine before they transfer her.ย Picklockย will open the more complicated locks of the palace prison.โ
Or it would, if I could cast it.
Alex shut the book and frowned down at her.
โYouโve never been inside the palace prison,โ he pointed out. โHow would you know which locks need picking?โ
โNoah Creed took me on a tour of Oakhaven Park once.โ Oakhaven Park was the Creed family estate. โHis mother is the prison warden. I saw a map on the wall of her study.โ
โAnd the Creeds are throwing a masked ball tomorrow night,โ murmured Alex, putting her plan together. โYouโre going to steal the map.โ
She shook her head. โToo suspicious. Stealing it would alert his mother, who would likely double the prisonโs security and put the Blood Guard on high alert.โ
Alex sat down beside her on the floor. Together, they took up all the space in Verityโs tiny room that wasnโt claimed by her bed and books. Handing the heavy tome back to Rune, he asked, โSo whatโs your plan?โ
โIf I can remember where his motherโs study is, I could trace the map.โ
The look on Alexโs face suggested he didnโt think this plan was any better than stealing it outright, but if thatโs what he thought, he kept it to himself. โI imagine itโs a large map. Where exactly are you going to hide this tracing while you dance and flirt all night?โ
She smirked at him. โWouldnโt you like to know.โ To her surprise, his face flushed.
A prickling silence filled the space between them. They both glanced away.
โIโll cover for you,โ Alex said.
Before she could thank him, he qualified: โOn one condition.โ Rune narrowed her eyes. โWhat condition?โ
โOnce Seraphine is safe, you promise to lie low for a while.โ Rune wrinkled her nose. โYou know I canโt do that.โ
โThen Iโm afraid I canโt help you. Which is unfortunate, seeing as I know exactly where Warden Creedโs office is.โ
โYou do?โ Runeโs eyes widened. โWait. Youโre blackmailing me!โ โAndย youย are fainting from overexertion. You need a break, Rune.โ
She hated the pitying look in his eyes and looked away, to the broken vial on the floor. So much wasted blood. Blood she might have used to break Seraphine out of her cell.
But Alex was right. She was wearing herself too thin.
It would be nice to rest.
There had been fewer and fewer purgings lately, mostly because of Runeโwith Verity and Alexโs helpโstealing witches from Blood Guard holdings and smuggling them off the island. But that wasnโt the only reason. Any witches who once hoped things would get better had realized by now things were getting worse. Theyโd fledโif they couldโor were well hidden.
So maybe Rune could justify taking a day or two โฆ โA month.โ
โWhat?ย No.โ
โIโm going to Caelis for a month.โ
โWHAT?โ Caelis was the capital city of Umbria, a peaceful country on the Continent, directly across the Barrow Strait.
I need you here!ย she almost said. โWhy go so far?โย And for so long?
โIโve been corresponding with the Conservatoryโs dean about finishing my studies.โ
A storm of emotions whirled through Rune. Anger, that heโd leave the fate of innocent witches in Blood Guard hands. Annoyance, that he had a life and desires apart from their mission.
But it isnโt his mission,ย Rune told herself.ย Itโs mine.
Alex helped her to the point of endangering himself because he was a good person who believed that what the New Republic had doneโwhat it was still doingโwas wrong. But he wasnโt a witch. He would never know what it felt like to be hated and hunted. To watch people like you purged for the simple crime of being who they were.
This fight would never truly be his. And it was unfair to expect him to continually put himself at risk for her.
She was being selfish.
A too-familiar ache swelled beneath Runeโs rib cage as she glanced down at the spell book gripped to her chest, thinking of Nan. Remembering a time when sheโd felt whole and seen and understood. A time when she hadnโt felt so utterly alone.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Nan is gone. You canโt undo the past. You can only go forward and make things better in the future. Thatโs what Nan would want you to do.
โIf I go back to school, Iโll need somewhere to live,โ said Alex, no longer looking at her, but staring toward the window. โThereโs a house for sale near the harbor, close enough to the school. If it seems like a good fit, Iโm going to buy it.โ
Rune nodded, even though she didnโt like the sound of this one bit. โIf I buy it, I want you to come with me.โ
โFor an entire month?โ She shook her head. There was no way. How many witches would die in that time? Even one was too many. โIf you help me rescue Seraphine, I promise to go with youโbut only for a week.โ
โTwo weeks,โ he pressed, turning his attention to her and folding his arms over his chest, like that was his final offer.
Just then, someone rapped on the door.
They both froze.
โItโs me,โ said Verity from the other side.
Rising to her feet, Rune shot Alex a look that said,ย We can talk about this later, and opened the door.
While Verity scrubbed the blood off her door and Alex mopped the floor, Rune picked up the pieces of her broken vial. Dropping the glass shards into a wastebasket, she glanced over at her childhood friend.
Alexander Sharpe was one of only two people in the world she could trust without a second thought. Imagining him in Caelis, so far away, filled her with a sadness so deep, she wanted to sink to the floor and cry.
What would she do without him?
WHEN RUNE RETURNED TOย Wintersea House, a telegram was waiting for her.
Expecting it to be a reminder for the Creedsโ masked ball tomorrow night, she opened it intending to skim and set it aside when she noticed the sender had included their address:ย Old Town. It was an industrial part of the capital, full of tradespeople and day laborers and other working-class families.
None of her friends lived there.
Curious, she turned her full attention on the message.
MISS RUNE WINTERS WINTERSEA HOUSE
I APOLOGIZE FOR MOVING SO QUICKLY LAST NIGHT. IF YOUโRE NOT PUT OFF BY ME YET, I MAY HAVE A SOLUTION TO YOUR PREDICAMENT REGARDING THE LUMINARIES DINNER.
GIDEON
A solution?
Verityโs warnings clanged through Rune as she remembered how close sheโd come to letting Gideon kiss her. How much further would he have gone if sheโd let him?
With past suitors, Rune had always drawn a line at kissing. She never, under any circumstances, went further than that. Having this rule made her
feel like she was still in control. Like she couldnโt totally lose herself, no matter how desperate things got.
This is a second chance to find out where theyโre holding Seraphine,ย she told herself, silently apologizing to Verity.ย I have to take it.
She dictated her response to Lizbeth, who took it to the telegraph office.
GIDEON SHARPE
113 PRUDENCE ST, OLD TOWN
IโM INTRIGUED. TELL ME MORE.
RUNE
P.S. IF ANYONE NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE FOR LAST NIGHT, ITโS THE PERSON WHO RUINED YOUR JACKET.
A reply arrived in the afternoon.
IT WILL BE EASIER TO SHOW YOU. ARE YOU FREE TOMORROW AT 10 A.M.? IF SO, MEET ME AT THIS ADDRESS.
GIDEON
P.S. I PROMISE TO GO SLOW THIS TIME.