Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Kinkadia Map
- Alandria Map
- Pronunciation Guide
- Tribes
- The Celebration
- The Murder
- The Hangover
- The Journey
- The House of Shadows
- The Princess
- The Ball
- The King
- The Wall
- The Court
- The Masquerade
- The Light
- The Plot
- The Healing
- The Training
- The Masters
- The Problem
- The Meeting
- The Assassin
- The Testing
- The Course
- The Season
- The Lord
- The Star
- The Dragons
- The Protest
- The Library
- The Bond
- The Night of the Dead
- The Camp
- The Celebration
- The Suspect
- The Smoke
- The Martyr
- The Arrest
- The Probation
- The Holiday
- The Estate
- The Flight
- The Confession
- The Village
- The Hot Springs
- The Geivhrea
- The Winter Party
- The Heart
- The Blackouts
- The Symptoms
- The Council
- The Rally
- The Aftermath
- The Shift
- The Sickness
- The Spiritcaster
- The Awakening
- The Crux
- The Negotiations
- The River
- The Boats
- The Shadows
- The Battle
- The Defeat
- The Treaty
- The Trial
- The Execution
- The Father
- House of Curses
- Also By K.A. Linde
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Dozan drawled.
“He has a dragon. He is on the council.”
“He has no warrant to search the place.”
“As if he needs it,” Fordham said with a scoff. “This place is a heathen’s den, and Kerrigan is a known quantity here. If he suspects that she’s here, he’ll walk right through the front door with or without permission.”
Dozan eyed the prince up and down, as if he thought this was a fight he could win. “Is that a threat?”
“A promise,” Fordham said. “Which is why we need to move Kerrigan today before he gets a whiff of that.” He pointed to the sounds of the rally outside.
“She stays here. She’s safe with me,” Dozan said.
“You cannot protect her.”
“Enough!” Kerrigan spat at both of them. “I will determine my own fate. All of your posturing is making me sick of you both.”
But neither of them seemed to be listening. It was as if she had completely disappeared and the tension between Fordham and Dozan had finally boiled over. If she didn’t do something, then it would come down to fists. And truly, she didn’t want to see the outcome to that.
“I said, enough!” Kerrigan yelled.
She forced her way between them. Her already-erratic magic answered her call with zeal. She gasped as the energy from her spirit magic welled and shot out of her hands. Both of the boys were thrown across the room. Their backs hit the wall with a thud, and they skidded down the walls to the floor. Neither looked wounded beyond their pride. Both looked shocked by the outburst.
Kerrigan panted as the wave of energy took everything out of her. It had hardly felt like anything, and now, the magic sickness was taking over again. She could feel her vision dimming at the edges already.
“Oh gods,” she whispered.
Her knees hit the ground. Despite what she’d just done, Fordham and Dozan rushed back to her side at once.
“Kerrigan?” Dozan asked.
“Is it happening again?” Fordham said.
She nodded. “Get… Amond.”
Then, she toppled over as her world went black.
Mei pushed her back flat against the war tent. As if she could make herself invisible by force of will. All around her were men and women wearing the black robes of the Society. Commanders in the dragon riders army with pins denotating their rank. The best she could hope for was that no one would notice her.
But she was not that lucky.
Trulian’s gaze shifted to hers so briefly that nearly no one would recognize that it had happened. Master Roan noticed though. He noticed everything.
“Girl.” He snapped his fingers, and Mei jumped.
“Sir,” she said, bowing slightly at the waist.
“Come forward.”