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  92. By Amanda Hocking

And then I was suddenly there again—a memory of a large underground room, dimly lit by candles, as a choir sang on in their haunting way. Pan’s warm, dark eyes cut through that, and it was only me and him in a dark corridor, but we were separated by iron bars. The singing stopped abruptly, and Pan’s eyes went wide with panic. He screamed my name and reached through the bars for me, but something was pulling me, dragging me away.

“Stop all that squawking,” Noomi growled as she hauled me off, her voice low in my ear.

“Ulla?” Pan was saying in the here and now, and his hand was warm on my shoulder. I blinked, and then I saw him, worried, right in front of me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Where’d you go?” He put his hand on my face, his thumb on my cheek.

“I’ve been getting these flashes of the last month. None of them make a lot of sense.” I chewed my bottom lip. “You were there and . . .” I trailed off. “I’m glad you’re here now, and you’re okay.”

A soft smile played on his lips as he murmured, “Me too.” He leaned in toward me and—

—and the overhead lights flicked on, flooding the room with bright light, and I stepped back from him.

“Oh, good,” Sylvi Hagen said as she stepped into the office with her usual expression of aloof condescension, and her copper thermos in her hand. “I came down here in hopes that Panuk knew where to find you, but you’re already here, Ulla, so that saves me the trouble.”

“What do you need me for?” I asked, squinting nervously at her. “Am I not allowed to be here?”

“On the contrary.” Sylvi strode languidly over to us and eyed me from under hooded lashes. “The Korva heard that you were here, and he wants an audience with you. As soon as I find you, I’m to send you up to Ragnall Jerrick’s office.”

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Korva

The Korva was the head of the Mimirin, and as such, had the nicest office in the institution. It was on the fourth floor, in the far southwest corner, with big grand windows overlooking the cliffside and the ocean crashing into it. The room was a long rectangle and sparsely furnished, giving it the same ominous feel as an empty swimming pool.

A large desk—a thick slab of obsidian with raw edges on an ebony hardwood base—sat at the far end of the room, with slipper chairs covered in soft Tralla leather on either side.

Sylvi had brought me up and left me with the guard at the Korva’s door. He wore a crimson uniform and put a finger to his temple as he eyed me before letting me into the office.