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Fiska led us briskly through narrow paths between the trees, cutting a deliberate trail through the woods to where they curved around a bend of rocky foothills.

I dropped the postcard through the tiny rift Aeldyn had opened, catching a glimpse of Striker as he finished off a Shadowhound and turned around toward the Gate.

“She was heir to the House of Ordas.” Chairman Hart smiled patiently, the kind of smile kindergarten teachers give to that one kid who just isn’t quite getting it. “The LeyGuard is comprised of four Houses, descended from each of the original founders. The magic of each House is distinct, aligned with a specific element—Earth, Fire, Water, Air—though the way the gift manifests is unique to each individual. Some become Runists, some Wielders, some Arcanists, but the specific e

I stiffened. “Fiska?” I knew that voice anywhere, but I still gaped in shock as she stepped out of the trees. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be with Mother!”

Brone My runed bullet hit its mark.

The woman stepped further into the med room, holding an ornate metal box in her hands that looked almost like a jewelry box. She turned to Dove and Quinn. “Please report to the conference room downstairs. Mrs. Chen has some questions for both of you.”

I caught up to the others just as we reached the brook. It was shallow and shaded by trees, but besides the dead leaves dancing in the current, the water streaming over the rocks seemed clear and smelled crisp.

I braced for impact as Aeldyn and I sped toward the image of Mavelor, but as before, the landing was gentler than I expected.

Pops had been quietly watching my exchange with Quinn, but now he stepped forward and held out his hand. “I’m Lena’s father, Arlan Hall. And this is Lena, of course.” He gestured to the examination table. “And this young man is Rake.”