Night Study
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Her words cut right through me. And the fact they were true gave them a sharper edge. Red-hot guilt welled from the wounds. “I’m sorry, Irys. After the encounter with Owen I...” I tucked my tail between my legs and bolted, yipping in fear. “I felt safer with Valek. I’m sorry I didn’t return sooner.”
Her anger lessened. “And I must also apologize. The last three weeks have been a nightmare.”
No kidding. The formidable Master Magician appeared as if she stood on a crumbling foundation. “Aside from the obvious problems with the Council, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“While the Council has been debating how to respond to the Commander’s allegedly bold moves with Curare and Owen, the antimagician sentiment, which had been simmering in the background for the past couple of seasons, has now boiled over. Councilor Jewelrose has proposed a new system of keeping track of magicians and overseeing what they can and can’t do and when. It’s similar to a military structure, but more restrictive.” Agitated, Irys paced. “The Councilor claims magicians are dangerous and that we need to be regulated and controlled by the Council.”
I glanced at Janco through the bars. If anyone would be happy about keeping a leash on magicians, it would be him. He mouthed, Too easy.
Irys continued, “Bain and I and a few other Councilors had enough votes to veto the idea, but...” She stopped. “However, I’m pretty sure another group has decided to implement it. I’ve been hearing rumors about a cartel.”
My relief over the veto disappeared in a heartbeat. “What do you mean?”
She yanked at the sleeves of her robe and smoothed the fabric. I’d known her for eight years and recognized her delay tactic.
“It must be bad,” I said.
Lifting her gaze, she met mine. “In the last six weeks, four magicians have been assassinated, and twelve are missing.”
The horror of her words hit me with such force that I groped for the bed as my legs lost the strength to hold me up.
“Assassinated how?” Ari asked her.
“Puncture wound to the jugular. We suspect The Mosquito. But the assassin could be using his signature move in order to throw us off.”
“Where are the attacks happening?”
“All over Sitia. There’s no pattern that we can discern.”
I shot to my feet in terror. “Leif?”
“He’s fine. I communicated with him two days ago. He’s on his way to the Citadel.” She relayed Leif’s information about my father’s discoveries and Owen’s whereabouts. “Leif planned to recruit a rescue party to save you from Owen, Yelena.” Irys laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound. “I never thought I’d ever say this, but our magicians might be safer in Ixia.”
“Only if they join Owen,” Janco said. “Probably not a bad idea, since he’s gonna be our Overlord.”
“Your faith is heartwarming,” Ari said drily. “Have there been any incidents inside the Citadel, Second Magician?”
“No. And we have sent messages to all our magicians, ordering them back to the Keep.”
“That could be exactly what this group wants you to do,” I said. What was that old cliché...something about fish in a barrel?
“But with the Keep’s thick walls and towers, it is almost impenetrable. Not to mention the increase in magicians. Surely they wouldn’t attack us there.” Her tone failed to match her confident words.
“Who says they’re gonna let them get there?” Janco asked. “If it was me, I’d set up ambushes on all the major roads to the Citadel and pick them off one by one.”
Irys pressed a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes as if enduring a wave of pain.
“Real nice, Janco,” Ari muttered.
“What’d I say?”
“You need to warn all of them of the possibility of an ambush,” I said to Irys. The desire to add Leif first, please pushed up my throat.
Her eyes snapped open. “Of course. I’ll do it right away.”
“You mean you’ll do it after letting us out of here, right?” Janco asked with a hopeful tone.
“I can’t. The Council wishes to interrogate you regarding the incident in Lapeer.”
“If they just wanted information, why charge us with treason and sign an arrest warrant?” I asked.
“Your actions right after looked suspicious, and when you add in your attempt to sneak into the Citadel with two known Ixian spies...let’s just say they’re not taking any chances. Not with magicians being assassinated.”
Janco huffed. “If we were here on official Ixian business, you wouldn’t have caught us.”
“Not helping,” Ari said.
“Will they drop the charges after I explain what happened?” I asked Irys.
“At this point, I’ve no idea.”
Lovely. “Then what should we do?”
“Talk to the Council. Then escape as soon as you can. It’s not safe here.”
17
VALEK
Valek considered Hedda’s question. Up until five minutes ago, both he and the Commander had been under the impression that Onora had killed Hedda when she refused to name the client who’d paid for a hit on the Commander.
He scanned her office. Spartan and neat—just like when he’d been a student here, she kept her personal effects in a hidden apartment. But nicks marked the furniture, a chair arm had broken off and bald spots littered the area rug. Despite the uniform requirement for all Ixian citizens, Hedda wore a faded gray-green mottled tunic and pants. Patches dotted the threadbare fabric.
Her anger lessened. “And I must also apologize. The last three weeks have been a nightmare.”
No kidding. The formidable Master Magician appeared as if she stood on a crumbling foundation. “Aside from the obvious problems with the Council, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“While the Council has been debating how to respond to the Commander’s allegedly bold moves with Curare and Owen, the antimagician sentiment, which had been simmering in the background for the past couple of seasons, has now boiled over. Councilor Jewelrose has proposed a new system of keeping track of magicians and overseeing what they can and can’t do and when. It’s similar to a military structure, but more restrictive.” Agitated, Irys paced. “The Councilor claims magicians are dangerous and that we need to be regulated and controlled by the Council.”
I glanced at Janco through the bars. If anyone would be happy about keeping a leash on magicians, it would be him. He mouthed, Too easy.
Irys continued, “Bain and I and a few other Councilors had enough votes to veto the idea, but...” She stopped. “However, I’m pretty sure another group has decided to implement it. I’ve been hearing rumors about a cartel.”
My relief over the veto disappeared in a heartbeat. “What do you mean?”
She yanked at the sleeves of her robe and smoothed the fabric. I’d known her for eight years and recognized her delay tactic.
“It must be bad,” I said.
Lifting her gaze, she met mine. “In the last six weeks, four magicians have been assassinated, and twelve are missing.”
The horror of her words hit me with such force that I groped for the bed as my legs lost the strength to hold me up.
“Assassinated how?” Ari asked her.
“Puncture wound to the jugular. We suspect The Mosquito. But the assassin could be using his signature move in order to throw us off.”
“Where are the attacks happening?”
“All over Sitia. There’s no pattern that we can discern.”
I shot to my feet in terror. “Leif?”
“He’s fine. I communicated with him two days ago. He’s on his way to the Citadel.” She relayed Leif’s information about my father’s discoveries and Owen’s whereabouts. “Leif planned to recruit a rescue party to save you from Owen, Yelena.” Irys laughed. It was a dry, humorless sound. “I never thought I’d ever say this, but our magicians might be safer in Ixia.”
“Only if they join Owen,” Janco said. “Probably not a bad idea, since he’s gonna be our Overlord.”
“Your faith is heartwarming,” Ari said drily. “Have there been any incidents inside the Citadel, Second Magician?”
“No. And we have sent messages to all our magicians, ordering them back to the Keep.”
“That could be exactly what this group wants you to do,” I said. What was that old cliché...something about fish in a barrel?
“But with the Keep’s thick walls and towers, it is almost impenetrable. Not to mention the increase in magicians. Surely they wouldn’t attack us there.” Her tone failed to match her confident words.
“Who says they’re gonna let them get there?” Janco asked. “If it was me, I’d set up ambushes on all the major roads to the Citadel and pick them off one by one.”
Irys pressed a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes as if enduring a wave of pain.
“Real nice, Janco,” Ari muttered.
“What’d I say?”
“You need to warn all of them of the possibility of an ambush,” I said to Irys. The desire to add Leif first, please pushed up my throat.
Her eyes snapped open. “Of course. I’ll do it right away.”
“You mean you’ll do it after letting us out of here, right?” Janco asked with a hopeful tone.
“I can’t. The Council wishes to interrogate you regarding the incident in Lapeer.”
“If they just wanted information, why charge us with treason and sign an arrest warrant?” I asked.
“Your actions right after looked suspicious, and when you add in your attempt to sneak into the Citadel with two known Ixian spies...let’s just say they’re not taking any chances. Not with magicians being assassinated.”
Janco huffed. “If we were here on official Ixian business, you wouldn’t have caught us.”
“Not helping,” Ari said.
“Will they drop the charges after I explain what happened?” I asked Irys.
“At this point, I’ve no idea.”
Lovely. “Then what should we do?”
“Talk to the Council. Then escape as soon as you can. It’s not safe here.”
17
VALEK
Valek considered Hedda’s question. Up until five minutes ago, both he and the Commander had been under the impression that Onora had killed Hedda when she refused to name the client who’d paid for a hit on the Commander.
He scanned her office. Spartan and neat—just like when he’d been a student here, she kept her personal effects in a hidden apartment. But nicks marked the furniture, a chair arm had broken off and bald spots littered the area rug. Despite the uniform requirement for all Ixian citizens, Hedda wore a faded gray-green mottled tunic and pants. Patches dotted the threadbare fabric.
