Amond said nothing more despite surely seeing the questions in her eyes. Then, he plunged the light into her shoulder. She stiffened in shock and confusion, but it didn’t… hurt. It didn’t feel like anything really. The whole thing was just disconcerting. If she concentrated, she could feel a slow trickle of the glowy ball moving around inside her shoulder… almost like a bug under her skin. It made her shudder in revulsion. But Amond only looked at her shoulder a few minutes before removing the light. Immediately, she felt… empty. Her entire body sagging.“What the gods?” she said.But he was already back to work, running the glow across her cut, into her skull—which, gross—and then even to her ankle. Each time the glow went through her, she felt like bugs were crawling around inside her, and she wanted to escape, she wanted out, but as soon as it was gone, she felt like a loch addict, craving more.Within minutes, he was done. Minutes.She couldn’t fathom it. A healing of this magnitu

Her eyes fluttered closed as the last couple days slid off her skin. She just wished she could calm her mind as much as the water calmed her body.It didn’t help that she was anxiously awaiting to hear from Ellerby. She’d written him a letter and had it mailed to his home in Elsiande. She had no idea when to hope to hear from him… if she even would. Considering the state of his home, she thought it was unlikely. But now, she was worried about him.The whole thing frustrated and confused her. To make matters worse, it put her no closer to finding a tribe to take her in time. She was going to have to put something together, figure out a way to pull some strings.If only she could sleep…Her breathing evened out. Her fingers slipped into the water. The lull of the underground baths pulling her deeper into slumber. It had been days since she’d slept more than a handful of hours. She couldn’t resist the pull.A dream took root almost immediately. A dream unlike any other. This was crystal

Slowly, the anger that had unfurled from him was washed away by the storm. “I didn’t expect this either.”They stared at each and something sparked that hadn’t been there before. She’d always found him attractive. She’d just never allowed herself to go past that. She hadn’t wanted to think beyond that. He was dangerous and deadly and yet…he was protecting her. And he’d gotten mad at her accusations. Her heart thudded in time with the pounding rain and felt the tension grow taut between them.Finally he nodded. She released her breath, and they continued forward in silence.The address was an old flattop building that might have once housed food stores. The brick facade was crumbling, half of the windows were broken and boarded up, and the front doorway had scorch marks on it. The entire thing looked like one stiff breeze would bring it tumbling down. It was either the perfect place for an illicit weapons deal or a death sentence.They scouted the surrounding area and found four of Rah

Not again.“Please no,” she whispered.But the man didn’t even balk at her whispered words. He just came for her. His first hit was clean, right to her temple. Her vision blurred and wavered. Everything swam. The second knocked into her stomach, and the air whooshed out of her lungs.She coughed and sputtered, spitting blood on the“Rahllins,” a man said, stepping in the room and momentarily halting the beating.“You dare interrupt!”“It’s just that the delivery to Black House was interrupted.”Black House. Maya swallowed down blood, just thinking about the name of the haunted mansion. What could possibly be delivered there?Clare growled. “You stay here and work on the interrogation. I’ll deal with them.”Clare stormed from the room, ignoring Fordham’s shouts of protest. The weasel-faced man stepped inside. For a moment, Maya thought he might be better than having Clare, the vicious snake, but she was wrong.“Now, why did the Society send you?” he asked, dragging over a stool and sta

She opened her mouth to argue, but Maya gasped, cutting her off.Darrid of Herasi, the competitor that Fordham had humiliated in the last task, was sneaking up on Fordham from behind as he dug through one of the boxes on the platform. Fordham stood, a look of triumph on his face as he slid the third piece of his medallion into place. Then Darrid was there. And just like in her vision, everything fell apart.A shove, a scream, hands reaching out.And then Fordham was free-falling toward the arena water below.His body moved past one, two, three platforms. His momentum carrying him faster and faster and faster toward that impending water. The water that would push him out of the tournament forever.Maya could hear cheers and boos from the stands. Some who were mad that Darrid had pushed Fordham. Others who were delighted to see the prince of the House of Shadows fall. But she was focused on him soaring through the air. He had no magic. He couldn’t buffer his fall. He couldn’t slow himse