Outside the vision, my heart begins to pound. I want to warn Jensen. To tell him to find his missing horse, take Boe, and ride toward home. But I’m powerless to do anything except watch. What will Jensen find when he shows up in the neighboring town? The magic responds to my question. Yanks me forward in time to the exact moment occupying my thoughts.

And I have my answer.

Jensen lifts Boe from the back of the wagon. The color has returned to his small, soft cheeks and he even manages a faint smile. Jensen cradles Boe in his arms as the couple leads the way toward a small cottage.

“You’ll be safe here,” the woman says.

But she’s lying.

Because when Jensen steps over the threshold, he’s greeted by a delegation from the Ivory Guard.

I wrench myself from the vision, breathless.

“He’s not guilty,” I say, though it’s not precisely what I mean. According to the laws of Kastelia, he probably is guilty. But he shouldn’t be. It’s not right.

For a moment the only sound is the rushing in my ears. Then everyone starts talking at once.

“What did you see?”

“How do you know?”

“Did you find out exactly what he did, so we can try to interview him again?”

The questions trip over one another, coming so fast that I can’t pair them with their speakers. And then cold dread seeps into me.

I can’t tell them the truth. If I explain what I saw, they’ll know I did a reading of the past, and I’m guilty of the very crime that Jensen is accused of committing.

“How do you know he’s innocent?” Bram’s voice cuts through the noise. I look up and our eyes meet. He studies me for a long, silent moment, as if he can see my thoughts. “You’re splotchy.” The observation only makes me flush more. I have that uneasy sense of familiarity again, as if we’re acting out a play that was written long ago. Has he said that to me before? I press my palms to my cheeks to cool them.

“I get a bit spotty sometimes when I’m ill,” Talon says. “It’s the fair skin, I think.”

Bram opens his mouth to say something more, but then seems to think better of it. Saskia gets splotchy when she’s nervous. The words float into my mind like a memory. Suddenly I’m certain that’s what he was about to say.

I scramble for a way to explain what I saw without incriminating myself. The rest of the team stares at me expectantly.

I press my lips together while I gather my thoughts. “His name is Jensen. He wasn’t someone without magical tendencies, like we thought. He’s a Healer, and he was accused of using a different healing magic than he was bound to.”