Squeaking, I fell backwards, tangling in my blanket.

“Oh, stop that.”

The voice was familiar. Cautiously, I crawled on hands and knees back toward the fire, my body tense and ready to bound away again at the slightest hint of a threat. “La Voisin? Is that you?”

“Please call me Catherine.” Disembodied though it was, her voice seemed calm.

I was anything but. I’d seen so many incredible things, but this… If she could do this spell, that meant I could learn to as well. A thousand possibilities blossomed in my mind of the ways I could make use of it. Maybe it meant I could talk to some of my half-blood friends in Trollus. Maybe it meant I could see Tristan. “How is this possible?”

“Magic, obviously.” The eyes in the flames blinked at me. “You’ve very distinctive hair, and you lost a few strands in my shop today. You should be careful about leaving behind pieces of yourself – they can be used.”

The eyes disappeared and reappeared with an eerie blink.

“You did me a good turn today, getting me out of that spot of trouble with the guard,” she continued, not waiting for me to answer. “Come by the shop tomorrow, and I’ll help you as best I can.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but the flames flared up high, and as suddenly as they had arrived, the witch’s eyes were gone.

Chapter 13

Tristan

I left the manacles on. Not because I was afraid of the punishment for removing them, though I was. And not because I was cocky enough to believe I could easily best him. The reason I left them on was that I refused to believe that even in these dark hours I had any need to defend myself from my cousin. Which perhaps made me a fool, because just as only my father’s death would release Cécile from her promise, only my death would set Marc free.

I followed him through the mines, every blast of the miners’ magic making me jump as I struggled to come up with a solution for what I had done. For the unintended consequences.

But there was none.

Before long, Marc’s swift walk turned into a run, and even though his crooked legs made his stride uneven and strange, it still took everything I had to keep up with him. He was taller and faster, and the distance between us began to grow. Scenario after scenario ran through my head, each worse than the last. I’d only seen him like this once, and I’d fixed him before I’d had the chance to see how far madness would drive him. I didn’t know Marc like this. I could not guess what he was capable of.

“Marc, stop!” I shouted between gulps of breath.

He ran faster.

“Marc! Marc, listen to me!”

I might as well have been howling into the wind. We were very nearly at the base of the shaft where the lift would be waiting to take us up. I had to stop him, speak to him, try to contain him, because fixing him was no longer within my power. Desperate, I flung out a rope of magic, catching him around the ankle seconds before he rounded a bend. I heard a thud and a string of curses, then silence. Sliding to a halt, I walked cautiously around the bend.