“Come on, Sol. Weren’t you the one telling me we didn’t have enough time to sleep last night?”

“That was before I fell asleep,” she mumbles. “I’m on Team Sleep now.”

In a truly cruel and heartless gesture that might prove that not all the horrible things they say about changelings are false, I snatch the blankets off her. “Too bad. Something’s wrong. We have to get going.”

That gets her attention. Her head pops up, hair sticking out around her confused, half-closed eyes. “What’s—?”

“I don’t know.” I stand, already reaching for my rust-colored dress. “Olani won’t say.”

This is directed pointedly at the girl behind me, but she doesn’t hear. She’s too busy whispering something frantically to Raze, who looks like he’s only getting about every third word. Then his eyes widen.

“She sent her?”

Olani scowls but nods.

“You’re sure? I thought she was too precious to leave the city.”

She looks back at us, uncomfortable. “I saw her with my own two eyes. If they tracked us this far, we don’t have much time. Get up!”

Raze is already scrambling to his feet, his face even paler than normal.

Isolde gets up too, still grumbling about it thoroughly. “You saw who?”

They pretend not to hear her.

“I feel like you at least owe us the courtesy of letting us know who’s hunting us down,” I say. My fingers braid automatically, moving swiftly down my shoulder.

Raze turns to me, arms flapping wildly as he tries to stuff them into his coat sleeves, irritation clear. “I believe you’ve already met Aris. In passing, at least.”

I take in the hunch of his shoulders, the way Olani’s knuckles tighten around her staff. The way neither of them will look directly at me.

Slowly, pieces come together. A threat Isolde and I dodged by leaving them to face it. “The enchanter who chased us on Revelnox?”

Silence, interrupted only by the sound of clothes being pulled on rapidly and bootlaces being tightened.

Then, with the simple bluntness Olani makes into an art form, “Yes.”

Isolde seems almost awake as she ties her boots, yanking the laces like they’d insulted her. “So if she’s downstairs, how are we going to get past her without getting caught?”

Raze and Olani exchange a look.

“No,” he says. “It’s way too early for that. I just woke up.”

She raises her eyebrows and crosses her toned arms.

He sighs deeply, running both hands through his shaggy hair. “I hate you. Open the window.” As Olani obeys, he turns back to Isolde and me. “I’ll cause a distraction.”

I’m only partly listening as I pace back and forth. I can’t believe this is really happening. I should still be asleep.

“Everybody ready?” Raze shoulders his bag, backing toward the window. Olani’s is slung on her shoulder, her cloak draped over her back. It feels like we should have something to hold, too, but Isolde and I lost everything when we lost our wagon, so I guess we’re lucky to even be standing here fully clothed.