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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. HERE’S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORECITY OF SPELLS …
  4. Dedication
  5. Map
  6. PROLOGUE
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. 6
  13. 7
  14. 8
  15. 9
  16. 10
  17. 11
  18. 12
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  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
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  40. 34
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  44. 38
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  49. 43
  50. 44
  51. 45
  52. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  53. About the Author
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This is what becomes of us.

12

WESLEY

Wesley looked to the window.

He could hear the sounds of the ocean below and feel the breeze from the oncoming rain clouds that circled above the high-rise mausoleum, giving the stately dead a view of the horizon that the sandy graves below couldn’t dream of.

This was his window of opportunity.

Literally.

Because Wesley was going to jump out of it.

Just as soon as Zekia came back, which would be in exactly three minutes, like a very predictable and slightly psychopathic clock. Wesley would wait until she untied him—as she always did when she climbed inside his mind, so he wasn’t distracted or brought out of the vision by the chafing on his wrists—and once she did that, he’d use his magic to overpower her and leap to freedom.

As far as plans went, it needed fine-tuning, but Wesley would work on that part after he’d jumped out of the window. All that mattered was that he needed to leave, and despite what he wanted, he couldn’t take Zekia with him.

They’d moved him from Creije to the cemetery shores of Tisvgen after Ashwood had made his deal with the other Kingpins. Creije was becoming too dangerous of a battleground and so now Wesley had to rethink all the carefully laid exit plans he’d formulated back in his city. These shores were new and strange, but the waters of the Onnela Sea below would prove useful.

Not to mention that Tisvgen was closer to Rishiya, and so closer to Tavia and the others.

Wesley shuffled against the wall.

From the corner, the shadow demon snarled down at him, spit stringing from its ghostly jaws.

“What are you looking at, you giant worm? You’re not allowed to kill me.”

The demon growled, as though it could actually understand a word of what Wesley had said. For all he knew, it could. Zekia spoke to the demon the same way she spoke to Wesley: with her mind. The Intuitcrafter magic inside of her churning into the demon’s brain so her thoughts became its, and there was no way it could dream of disobeying her because she controlled its dreams and everything else.

Wesley knew how that felt.

The demon kept its focus on him and whenever Wesley shuffled, it inched closer or bowed its head to get a better look.

Maybe the mind connection worked both ways and it could see exactly what Wesley was planning to do. Maybe his own Intuitcrafter powers were backfiring and laying his soul bare.

“Too bad you’re a watchdog and not an attack dog now,” Wesley said.

The demon stood on its hind legs.

Wesley didn’t blink.

He knew the beast couldn’t hurt him. Zekia had given her orders and they were circling through the creature’s mind over and over and over, like a melody.