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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Cyrus, did you find somewhere for my part of all of this?” she asked.

He nodded. “There’s an unused kitchen on that floor with some strong ventilation. If you do it in there, it’ll carry away any smoke.”

Rachel nodded, leaning forward. “Okay then. So for my part, as soon as Fort brings me the books, I burn them both with fireballs until they’re ash. Everyone still agrees that this needs to be done, right? That they’re just too dangerous for anyone to use their magic ever again?”

First Jia, then Cyrus nodded. Rachel turned to Fort, who nodded as well.

“Agreed,” he lied. “They need to be destroyed.”

“Oh right,” Sierra said, dropping her head into her hands and groaning. “I’d almost forgotten about the part of the plan where you betray all your friends. Great. This is going to go so, so well.”

- SEVEN -

TELL ME AGAIN WHY WE’RE lying to everyone?” Sierra asked, lying on Fort’s bed with a sleep mask on and a travel pillow around her neck. In the next bed, Gabriel read by the light of a lamp clipped to the headboard. Somehow Gabriel had been able to bring a whole box of books to the school, as well as the light, compared to Fort’s just enough uniforms to fill a drawer and a beat-up old copy of the mystery novel he’d found.

Because I can’t let Jia or Rachel come with me, assuming they wouldn’t just try to stop me in the first place, he thought at Sierra from the opposite end of his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was still a few hours until Cyrus’s appointed time, and Fort could barely sit still. It’d been almost seven months since his father was taken, and every minute that passed just made it worse. What had his father been going through this whole time? Had he been tortured for information? Had they just thrown him in some prison and forgotten about him?

“Why not?” Sierra asked, peeking out from under her sleep mask only to make a disgusted face. “Ugh, someone in the airport is eating something really stinky. Who does that? At least they’re not waiting to inflict it on us on the plane.”

Are you sure you’re going to get on the flight?

“Damian thinks so,” she said, then started rubbing her temples. “But between entertaining you and making sure everyone in the airport sees me and him as an old British couple, I’m getting a headache.”

That’s right, your face is all over TV, Fort thought. I forgot you’d need to disguise yourself.