I tuck the ornament in my pocket. I can’t worry about Kai right now. It was only a matter of time before she learned the truth about Névé anyway. She’s probably got an arrow nocked with my name on it already. And if she knows the secrets I kept from her, I guess I really can’t blame her.

Ananke’s eye is heavy in my pocket. I pull it out and study it under the torchlight, but no matter how many times I’ve looked into it for an answer, all I see are the lines on my palm through the glass.

A piece of each of us lives on here in the Observatory. . . . Find those missing pieces.

Pieces. Plural. I found Lyon’s missing piece, but my smaze is still roaming loose in this place. In the hands of a human, the eye is just a useless chunk of crystal. If Lyon’s plan is ever going to work, I’ll have to reclaim my magic first.

Exhausted and sore, I force myself up, ducking to avoid the low ceiling of the tunnel as I head back toward the catacombs. The tunnels are eerily quiet, creepier now that I’m navigating them alone.

The torchlight jumps, jostled by a sudden breeze. A chill crawls over me, and I pause, listening. This deep in the belly of the north wing, there shouldn’t be any wind.

“Come on,” I say in a low voice, certain my smaze is close. “I’m sorry about what happened before. But we can try again. Right?”

Pain pitches me forward, blinding and white-hot. I cry out, dropping the torch as my knees smack down on the stone. My left arm burns, refusing to move. I twist to see over my shoulder. An arrow is buried deep in the muscle.

A warning shot.

I throw myself forward on my torch, using my jacket to smother it. Darkness floods the tunnel and I crawl forward, trying not to shuffle as I squeeze into a recess in the wall. The arrow’s shaft brushes the stone, sending a lightning bolt of pain through me. I grit my teeth, stifling the urge to scream.

A flashlight beam clicks on. Pale yellow light streams past me.

“You should have told me.” Kai’s voice shakes. Her foot splashes softly through shallow water. “I know what you did to my sister. I know what you took from her. Doug told me everything.”

Arm clutched to my side, I will myself to stay upright. I don’t want to speak, don’t want to risk giving my location away, but she deserves an answer. “You have to believe me,” I say through an exhalation of pure pain. “We had no choice.”