And with the quiet in my head comes clarity. “I want to confront her.”

Bram’s expression is tight, his eyes dark. “I’m coming with you.”

My calm doesn’t last. As we hurry down the corridor, my pain catches fire and builds into a seething fury. Norah will pay for this right along with Latham. We’re nearing the staircase when Talon comes running toward us waving a parchment in front of his face. Jacey, Tessa, and Niklas are close behind him. “We’ve been searching everywhere for you.” His face is flushed. He rests his hand on the banister and sucks in a big gulp of air. “We just got the details for our final bone game, and—” His voice dies as he takes in our expressions. “What’s wrong?”

“Norah is working with Latham,” Bram says.

There’s a slow beat of silence and then they all start talking at once. Questions. Shock. Outrage. But it blends into a dull roar that makes my stomach turn. I can’t just stand here talking. I have to do something before the anger inside burns me alive. I might not be able to get to Latham right now, but I can get to Norah.

I spin on my heel and race down the staircase. The others follow, their steps thundering behind me.

When I get to Norah’s office, I don’t knock before throwing open the door. She sits on a plush chair in front of the hearth, her face lit by crackling flames. She’s sipping a cup of tea and a plate of pastries rests on a small table beside her.

“Saskia,” she says, “what a nice surprise. Is there something I can do for you?” Her tone is light. Friendly. As if she doesn’t have a care in the world.

It enrages me.

“You’re a liar.” I practically spit the words.

Norah’s eyes narrow. She glances at the rest of my team standing behind me. “Excuse me?”

“You promised to help find Latham, and instead you’ve been helping him this entire time.”

A spasm of something flits across her face—surprise? Regret? Guilt? But she quickly regains her composure and her expression smooths into tranquility. She brings the cup to her lips and blows delicately.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bram takes a step toward her. “We’ll report you to the Grand Council. Maybe a little truth serum will improve your memory.”

She gives a brittle laugh. “Are you threatening me?”

Bram fixes her with a cold stare. “Yes.”

Norah sips her tea. “That would be unwise.”

She’s so unruffled that it unsettles me, blankets me with a cold that seeps into my veins.

“You won’t get away with this,” I tell her.

Behind me, Tessa lays a palm against my shoulder blade. “She’s right, you won’t.”