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  1. Dedication
  2. Prologue
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  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgments
  67. About the Author
  68. Books by Elle Cosimano
  69. Back Ad
  70. About the Publisher

I capture Lixue’s chin with my hand, sifting clumsily through her memories until I stumble on the one I’m looking for—the day she searched Lyon’s old office. The cramped room is destroyed, as if it had been damaged by the quake. The orb isn’t there. Papers, books, and glass are strewn everywhere.

Glass . . . The orb.

Damn Lyon to hell. He broke it.

I slam my fist against the desk. “Did Sommers claim the smaze? Is he a Winter again?”

Lixue blinks, flustered. “I . . . I don’t think so.”

“I would think that answer would be obvious.”

“By the time March and I came to, they were already gone. But I didn’t catch a scent in the room.” She fidgets, one hand discreetly moving to her ear.

“Where’s your transmitter?”

She lowers her hand, her pause longer than the question warrants. “It was damaged during the fight. I’ve asked the Control Room to find me a new one.”

I sink back into my chair. If Sommers’s smaze was so eager to help him, why didn’t he claim it? Why not arm himself to the teeth with magic and come after me?

“Sir?” Lixue’s voice is a distant nagging tug on the end of my patience. “There’s something else. It’s about the stasis chambers in the catacombs.” The air around her seems to quiver. “Someone’s destroyed them.”

“How many?” I bark.

Lixue shrugs. “At least a dozen.”

That’s twelve free Seasons my Guards won’t be able to recover. If I can’t get the Seasons under control, there will be no chance of restoring what we’ve lost.

“Sommers and his friends,” I growl. “How did they get past the Guards?”

“The Guards were all dispatched to find the Spring.” She shrinks back from me. “The two stationed outside your apartment went to check on her—like you said—every hour.” She swallows, clearly afraid to say the rest. “They found an open vent behind a cabinet. She’s gone, sir.”

“No,” I say through my teeth, jerking on my gloves. “Sommers is here, along with everyone she cares about. She won’t leave this place without them.”

“I have the Control Room searching the engineering diagrams for a map of the ventilation—”

“Don’t bother. I’ll find her.” I grab the scythe on my way to the door.

“But sir, I can—”

“I said I’ll hunt her myself!”

40

A Careful Voice

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