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Carnades Silvanus was second only to the archmagus in terms of position on the Conclave’s Seat of Twelve. The archmagus had the top spot and absolute authority over the Isle of Mid and everyone on it. Last week, Archmagus Justinius Valerian had nearly been assassinated. Until the old man recovered, Carnades had gone from second in command to sitting in the big chair, and he was determined to turn his temporary promotion into his permanent job.
When Mychael didn’t respond, I thought I’d just cut to the chase. I had a knot in my stomach, but I went for casual and leaned back in the chair, tipping the front legs off of the floor. “Since I was there, I know what happened. I won’t even pretend to understand any of it, but—”
“More demons have been spotted across the city,” Mychael said quietly.
I swore. “Blue and naked?”
“The very same. ”
“Any more purple ones?”
“No Volghuls—not yet. ” His tone indicated that he didn’t expect that good fortune to last for long. His lips curved up in a tired grin. “I hear you made quite an impression in the Quad. ”
I snorted. “At what? Finding a wine bottle?”
Mychael’s blue eyes gleamed. “Vegard came right out and called you magnificent; he said you didn’t give one inch of ground to that monster. ”
“I didn’t know it was an advance guard to a freaking horde of demons. ”
He chuckled. “It wouldn’t have made a bit of difference. If you’d known, you wouldn’t have budged out of sheer stubbornness. ” In a blink of an eye, his good humor was gone. “There have been five Dagik sightings in the past two hours. ”
“Dagik?”
“A species of demon. The blue ones,” he clarified.
“Oh. There’s probably more than five; they’re cloaking. We had over two dozen in that street with us, and they were cloaked until I hit one of them in the head with a brick. ”
I got the treat of seeing Mychael momentarily speechless. “You hit a Dagik in the head with a brick?”
“It wasn’t an entire brick, just a chunk. And it wasn’t like I had a choice. I couldn’t get Vegard or Phaelan to believe I saw anything, so I figured pain would make the thing drop its cloak. ” I tried a grin, though I didn’t find anything funny about what had happened in that street. “Turns out I was right. Then Vegard gave the rest of them a dirt bath. Then everyone could see them. ”
The corner of Mychael’s mouth quirked in a quick smile. “So I heard. Vegard is a very resourceful man. ” The smile vanished. “Do you know why you were the only one who could see them?”
“The way my luck’s been running, it’s probably a Saghred thing. ” I paused. “Did Vegard tell you what Piaras and Talon did?”
“He mentioned it. ”
I proceeded to do more than mention it. I told Mychael what they’d done, what Ronan Cayle had deemed Piaras qualified to handle, and exactly how I felt about all of it.
“Ronan came and spoke to me before he started those lessons,” Mychael told me. “He told me the results of his testing. He was right to start Piaras where he did. ”
“He could have been killed—or worse. ”
“Raine, Piaras wants to be a Guardian. There will always be risks, and some of the biggest risks can come during training. Every precaution is taken to protect—”
“But accidents happen,” I snapped.
“Yes. ”
“And inexperienced kids can get in over their heads. ”
“Unfortunately, also yes. Raine, it was Piaras’s decision.
He’s eighteen; he’s a man now. His decisions and choices are his own. ”
Mychael was right and I knew it. But just because I knew, it didn’t mean I had to like it. I didn’t say anything; I let my glare do my talking for me.
“I didn’t come down here just because of what happened in the Quad,” Mychael told me. “Though there’s a good chance that they’re related. I needed to talk to you. The containment spells around the Saghred have been decreasing over the past few days. ”
My stomach tried to do a flip. “How?”
“The only explanation we can find is that the stone is absorbing them. The Conclave’s best spellweavers haven’t been able to restore them. ” His blue eyes were intent on mine. “Have you experienced anything unusual?”
“Unusual?” I resisted the urge to laugh. “As opposed to my normal, everyday contact with the thing? And seeing naked, blue demons in the middle of a crowded street in broad daylight?” Don’t forget the flying purple one over the Quad, my gloom-and-doom pessimist reminded me. My stomach flip turned into full-fledged queasy.
“Raine, it’s important. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t. ”
I took a breath and slowly let it out. “Okay, I was in the street, lobbing fireballs at the purple one, the Volghul. Suddenly it was like the Saghred got a whiff of that thing and decided to say hello. ”
“It wanted you to use it against the Volghul?”
“I wish. I couldn’t make another fireball if my life depended on it, and it did. I figured the Saghred was gathering up its energy for the usual—the white-hot, raging command to kill. That’s not what I got. The rock was burning, all right; it was downright warm and welcoming—for the demon. That’s when the Volghul bowed to me and said he was ‘honored by my presence. ’ ” My voice felt the need to get louder, and I let it. “Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I shot a glance at the still-closed conference room door and lowered my voice to an outraged whisper. “I thought the Saghred was a goblin rock. ”
“The goblins were simply the most recent to possess it. ”
Wonderful. “So what you’re saying is that the demons could have had their collective claws on it at some point. ”
Mychael nodded. “The recorded history of the Saghred only dates back about a thousand years. ”
Crap. “And those were goblin records. ” I was all too familiar with them; I’d read them myself in my ongoing effort to rid myself of the rock. “Let me guess: demons aren’t big on keeping journals. ”
“It’s highly unlikely. ” Mychael leaned forward, resting his elbows on his armored knees. His hands hung loosely. He wasn’t wearing gloves, and the backs of his hands were scored with deep scratches. Demon claws.
I grimaced. “Mychael, shouldn’t you get those taken care of instead of talking to me?”
“Talking to you is more important. ” He glanced down at his hands and smiled a little. “They look better than they did. I’m a healer, remember?”
“Aren’t demon claws poisonous or something?”
“Not a Dagik’s. I’ll be fine. ”
He said that as if I were the one in bad shape.
“Has anyone inside the Saghred been talking to you?” he asked.
I knew who he meant. Sarad Nukpana. A goblin, the blackest of dark mages, and a proverbial mad genius. He wanted the Saghred and me to wield it for him. Thanks to me, he was trapped inside the rock. Thanks to him, I was now at the top of the goblin king’s most-wanted list. But Nukpana hadn’t been the one speaking to me.
“I’ve been dreaming about my dad,” I murmured.
My father, Eamaliel Anguis, was an elven Guardian whose soul was trapped along with thousands of others inside the Saghred. He’d been the stone’s protector until about a year ago when the Saghred decided to turn its protector into its next meal.
Mychael’s voice was low and controlled. “What kind of dreams?”
“Just talking kind of dreams. ” I held up a hand, stopping his next question. “No, I don’t remember any of them. And no, I haven’t felt manipulated by ‘evil forces. ’ ”
“I didn’t imply that you were. ”
“Then you’re the only one on this island who wouldn’t think so. ” I sat up, the front legs of my chair slamming into the floor. “That demon had himself an audience when he said he was
‘hono
red by my presence. ’ I think Carnades won himself a dozen or so more converts to his Lock-Up-Raine Club. ” I ran my hand over my face; it came away with dust from the dirt storm Vegard had kicked up. Great. “And the Volghul said that if I came to him, he’d let Piaras and Talon live. ”
Mychael went dangerously still. “He wanted you?”
I waited a few heartbeats before answering, a little taken aback by his intensity. “He didn’t tell me what he had in mind, and I didn’t ask. From the look on his face, he was going to enjoy it and I knew I wouldn’t. ”
The air around Mychael flared with power. It was magic, definitely lethal, and its target was that purple demon. Then in a blink of an eye, the aura was gone, clamped down tight by the sheer force of Mychael’s will, only to be replaced by something more primitive, more male.
“Are you all right?” he demanded.
“Shaken up, but he didn’t lay a claw on me. ”
The power still flowing from him swept over my skin, and I forced back a shiver of pure sensation.
Mychael realized what he was doing and resisted touching me, even though not touching me seemed to take as much effort as not going after that demon. “Raine, I want you to come back to the citadel with me. You’re not safe on Phaelan’s ship. ”
I’d stayed in the citadel since arriving on Mid a few weeks ago, but the past few days I’d been on the Fortune. The accommodations Mychael had provided for me had been luxurious, but with guards posted outside my door, a gilded cage was still a cage. My family doesn’t do cages very well.
“Mychael, I’m not safe anywhere, and you know it. Vegard never leaves my side, but if it makes you feel better, post a couple more Guardians, though with literally all hell about to break loose, I doubt if you can spare them. I may not be any safer on the Fortune, but I’m happier. If I can’t be safe, I’ll take happy. ”