I raise my eyebrows in a question. “What makes you think doing a Second Sight reading is the way to go? What could I possibly see that would help us?”

Tessa shrugs. “The bones must have been included for some reason, and none of them need to be healed or broken, so they’re useless to both me and Bram. Niklas already helped us open the box, so I doubt they’re meant for him.” Her gaze flicks to Jacey then Talon. “And we don’t seem to have need of a Mixer or Watcher at the moment either. That leaves you. We can question the prisoner, and you can do a reading to see if he’s telling the truth.”

“You want to go to the prison now?” I say. “All of us?”

Tessa tilts her head to one side. “We’re supposed to work together.”

My secrets burn inside me, and my tattoo throbs like a pulse. I think of my training session with Kyra the other day. The slick, choking panic of not knowing if I was seeing the past, present, or future. But this isn’t a menu. It’s a man’s life.

The rest of the team watches me expectantly. I have no choice. I can’t avoid doing readings in front of them forever. Although—an idea starts to form—maybe I can give myself better tools.

“I don’t have any of my supplies,” I say. “I’ll need to stop by the training wing first.”

“Let’s go then,” Jacey says, already standing and gathering the documents into a pile. The others follow her lead. Talon stretches as he stands, and Niklas nestles the bone box back into the wooden one.

I shake my head. “No need for us all to go. I’ll get my things and meet you downstairs.”

I walk away before any of them can argue. I’m outside the library when I realize that Bram has followed me, and I startle.

“I thought you might need some help,” he says.

A pang of gratitude goes through me, followed immediately by a flutter of unease. Does he suspect that I’m about to bend the rules just a bit, if not outright break them? Not telling Norah what he saw months ago is one thing, but will he keep my secrets if he sees me break the rules again?

I push the thought away. Bram already knows enough to sink me if he wanted to. “That would be nice,” I say. “Thank you.”

My heart beats faster as we reach the training wing, and I ease open the door for one of the bone charming rooms. But Master Kyra is nowhere to be seen. Relief sags out of me. I move quickly, gathering a burner and a bundle of incense, a piece of flint, a velvet cloth.