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Chapter no 16 – RUNE

Heartless Hunter: The Crimson Moth: Book 1

SOMEONE WAS SHAKING HER.

โ€œRune!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.

โ€œAlex โ€ฆ 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. โ€œWhat happened?โ€ she whispered.

Alex scooped her into his arms and set her on Verityโ€™s bed. โ€œYou fainted,โ€ answered Verity.

It wasnโ€™t 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 Runeโ€™s first bleeding came a few months after theyโ€™d purged her. Sheโ€™d had to learn everything on her own, or with Verityโ€™s 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.

โ€œYou overexerted yourself,โ€ said Verity. โ€œItโ€™s like when too much electric current flows through a wire. The wire canโ€™t hold that much power and overheats, causing a fire or explosion.โ€

Rune frowned at her friend. โ€œI donโ€™t follow.โ€

โ€œYour powerโ€”the amount of magic youโ€™re capable ofโ€”is too much for your conductor, or the quality of blood youโ€™re 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.

โ€œNo, no, no โ€ฆโ€ 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. โ€œI wish I was better at this.โ€

โ€œYou could be.โ€ Verity crouched down next to her. โ€œThis 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€

โ€œTo do that, Iโ€™d have to cut myself,โ€ said Rune. Which would create casting scars, which she couldnโ€™t 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.

Runeโ€™s 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 Nanโ€™s 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.

โ€œYou wouldnโ€™tย haveย to cut yourself,โ€ said Verity. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€ asked Alex from behind them.

Verity glanced back at him. โ€œMy sisters used to say that a witchโ€™s 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 elseโ€™s. Rune canโ€™t use her own, for obvious reasons, but sheย couldย use someone elseโ€™sโ€”if they were willing to bear the scars.โ€

Nan had mentioned it to her onceโ€”that some witches used the blood of others to amplify their spells. This was necessary for immense magical workings, such as Majoras and Arcanasโ€”the two highest categories of spellcraft. Majora spells required someone elseโ€™s blood given with permission; Arcana spells required someone elseโ€™s 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 someoneโ€™s 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.

โ€œYouโ€™re saying Rune could, for example, use my blood to do magic?โ€ asked Alex.

Verity nodded. โ€œSheโ€™s capable of powerful spells. Sheโ€™s 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.

โ€œNo,โ€ said Rune, seeing the thoughts in his head. โ€œAbsolutely not.โ€ โ€œWhy? If it would help youโ€”โ€

โ€œYouย would bear the scars.โ€ If Rune were to take Alexโ€™s blood, even with his permission, silver casting scars would appear where sheโ€™d 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 doorโ€”which shone with a bloody spellmark.

โ€œI need to clean this,โ€ said Rune, realizing the danger sheโ€™d put her friend in. She started to rise. โ€œBefore someone sees โ€ฆโ€

Verity put a hand on her shoulder, pressing lightly down. โ€œStay here and rest a minute. Iโ€™ll clean up.โ€

Verity left to fetch a bucket of soapy water and a mop, locking the door behind her. In the silence, Runeโ€™s stomach growled. Magic always made her ravenous.

Alex lifted the spell book lying open on the bed. โ€œ โ€˜Picklockย 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.

โ€œItโ€™s my backup plan,โ€ Rune explained. โ€œIn case we canโ€™t 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.

โ€œYouโ€™ve never been inside the palace prison,โ€ he pointed out. โ€œHow would you know which locks need picking?โ€

โ€œNoah Creed took me on a tour of Oakhaven Park once.โ€ Oakhaven Park was the Creed family estate. โ€œHis mother is the prison warden. I saw a map on the wall of her study.โ€

โ€œAnd the Creeds are throwing a masked ball tomorrow night,โ€ murmured Alex, putting her plan together. โ€œYouโ€™re going to steal the map.โ€

She shook her head. โ€œToo suspicious. Stealing it would alert his mother, who would likely double the prisonโ€™s 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 Verityโ€™s tiny room that wasnโ€™t claimed by her bed and books. Handing the heavy tome back to Rune, he asked, โ€œSo whatโ€™s your plan?โ€

โ€œIf I can remember where his motherโ€™s study is, I could trace the map.โ€

The look on Alexโ€™s face suggested he didnโ€™t think this plan was any better than stealing it outright, but if thatโ€™s what he thought, he kept it to himself. โ€œI imagine itโ€™s a large map. Where exactly are you going to hide this tracing while you dance and flirt all night?โ€

She smirked at him. โ€œWouldnโ€™t you like to know.โ€ To her surprise, his face flushed.

A prickling silence filled the space between them. They both glanced away.

โ€œIโ€™ll cover for you,โ€ Alex said.

Before she could thank him, he qualified: โ€œOn one condition.โ€ Rune narrowed her eyes. โ€œWhat condition?โ€

โ€œOnce Seraphine is safe, you promise to lie low for a while.โ€ Rune wrinkled her nose. โ€œYou know I canโ€™t do that.โ€

โ€œThen Iโ€™m afraid I canโ€™t help you. Which is unfortunate, seeing as I know exactly where Warden Creedโ€™s office is.โ€

โ€œYou do?โ€ Runeโ€™s eyes widened. โ€œWait. Youโ€™re blackmailing me!โ€ โ€œAndย 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 Runeโ€”with Verity and Alexโ€™s helpโ€”stealing witches from Blood Guard holdings and smuggling them off the island. But that wasnโ€™t the only reason. Any witches who once hoped things would get better had realized by now things were getting worse. Theyโ€™d fledโ€”if they couldโ€”or were well hidden.

So maybe Rune could justify taking a day or two โ€ฆ โ€œA month.โ€

โ€œWhat?ย No.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m going to Caelis for a month.โ€

โ€œWHAT?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. โ€œWhy go so far?โ€ย And for so long?

โ€œIโ€™ve been corresponding with the Conservatoryโ€™s dean about finishing my studies.โ€

A storm of emotions whirled through Rune. Anger, that heโ€™d leave the fate of innocent witches in Blood Guard hands. Annoyance, that he had a life and desires apart from their mission.

But it isnโ€™t his mission,ย Rune told herself.ย Itโ€™s mine.

Alex helped her to the point of endangering himself because he was a good person who believed that what the New Republic had doneโ€”what it was still doingโ€”was wrong. But he wasnโ€™t 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 Runeโ€™s rib cage as she glanced down at the spell book gripped to her chest, thinking of Nan. Remembering a time when sheโ€™d felt whole and seen and understood. A time when she hadnโ€™t felt so utterly alone.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Nan is gone. You canโ€™t undo the past. You can only go forward and make things better in the future. Thatโ€™s what Nan would want you to do.

โ€œIf I go back to school, Iโ€™ll need somewhere to live,โ€ said Alex, no longer looking at her, but staring toward the window. โ€œThereโ€™s a house for sale near the harbor, close enough to the school. If it seems like a good fit, Iโ€™m going to buy it.โ€

Rune nodded, even though she didnโ€™t like the sound of this one bit. โ€œIf I buy it, I want you to come with me.โ€

โ€œFor 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. โ€œIf you help me rescue Seraphine, I promise to go with youโ€”but only for a week.โ€

โ€œTwo 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.

โ€œItโ€™s 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 YOUโ€™RE NOT PUT OFF BY ME YET, I MAY HAVE A SOLUTION TO YOUR PREDICAMENT REGARDING THE LUMINARIES DINNER.

GIDEON

A solution?

Verityโ€™s warnings clanged through Rune as she remembered how close sheโ€™d come to letting Gideon kiss her. How much further would he have gone if sheโ€™d 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 couldnโ€™t totally lose herself, no matter how desperate things got.

This is a second chance to find out where theyโ€™re 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

Iโ€™M INTRIGUED. TELL ME MORE.

RUNE

P.S. IF ANYONE NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE FOR LAST NIGHT, ITโ€™S 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.

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