Back The Witch Queen
Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

“Now would be a good time to hide us, Your Highness,” Krantz says, almost a demand. I tune into the aether surrounding me, flowing through the light of the bright day, then bend it around the group that’s now about a dozen strong. I keep us visible to one another, though that takes a larger amount of effort.

“I need to know where we’re going, Krantz,” I say. “I’ll need to drop the ability to show us to one another soon. Point me in the right direction, and I’ll make sure we’re all heading that way.” Krantz points to a tower only a few blocks up. I release the extra aether allowing our group to see each other, then focus my attention fully on the tower. It’s hard to concentrate with the screams I can still hear from the merchant district and my doubt that this was the right decision. Taking a deep breath, I tune out the noise, mind racing to come up with a plan for when we reach the refinery. I’ll need to see the storage space before I can hide any thayar from the rebels. Now that I’ve seen what they do with just a small supply of thayar, I’m even more determined to keep as much of it from them as I can. “To ensure I can hide us properly, I’ll need to go into the building first. I can’t hide this many people without knowing what the light will be like in there,” I whisper, praying he hasn’t been exposed to many light channelers to catch my lie. “But I should be able to keep you all hidden outside. It’ll only take me a few moments.”

Krantz doesn’t respond for a few beats, and I fear I’ve made a miscalculation. He looks skeptical, eyes searching, though he can’t see me. But he only says, “Okay, but be quick about it.”

When we reach the base of the tower, I briefly allow the group to see one another so that Krantz can signal to them to halt. I give him a nod before walking to the front doors. There are only two guards out front, who both seem glassy eyed with boredom. I kick a stone toward the rebels, then sneak inside when the guards turn their attention that way.

There are three more guards inside, though I thank the aether that they’re immersed in a game of Skran and don’t notice the door swinging open and closed. Krantz explained at the tavern that the supply room is on the first floor, to the right of the front door. I head that way now, finding the door blocked by another pair of guards.

Shit.