Once the girl left he turned to me. He tapped his temple with a wrinkled finger. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

“I can’t. It’s gone. My magic is all gone!” Panic spun in my chest. Tears threatened.

His face creased with concern. He stepped closer and spread his hands. “May I?”

“Yes.”

Bain grasped my shoulders and closed his eyes. I braced for... What? I’d no idea. However, nothing happened.

His eyes popped open in surprise. “You are correct.”

Bain’s confirmation hit me like an avalanche of rocks tumbling down a mountain. Unable to keep it together any longer, my body trembled as tears gushed with each sob. First Magician guided me to an armchair, pressed a handkerchief into my hands and muttered soothing words until my bout of self-pity ran its course.

Ringing for tea, he sat in the armchair next to mine and waited for his assistant to arrive. Deep in thought, he smoothed his white hair. Or rather, he tried. The curls resisted and sprang back into their positions, sticking up at odd angles.

I wiped my eyes with his handkerchief and scanned his messy office. Contraptions in various stages of completion or dissection littered the floor, shelves bowed with piles of books, rolls of parchment covered his desk and numerous shades of ink stained...just about everything, including Bain’s deep blue robe. The scent of jasmine mixed with a tangy aroma filled the room. I wondered if the large arrays of candles scattered throughout were the source of the smell.

When Bain’s assistant arrived, he brought tea and Second Magician Irys Jewelrose, my mentor and friend. Bain must have mentally communicated to her about my arrival. I stood, but she kept her distance as the man poured three cups of tea and set the steaming pot down amid the clutter on the table.

“Do you require anything else, sir?”

“No, thank you.”

He left and Irys rushed over to embrace me. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.”

Tears welled, but I calmed as I breathed in her comforting apple-berry scent; more crying wouldn’t solve anything. I squeezed her back and moved away. Her emerald-green eyes held concern and a promise.

Bain gestured for us to sit. Two more armchairs faced the ones Bain and I occupied. Irys handed out the cups before settling in. I clasped mine in both hands, letting the warmth seep into my fingers.

Bain gazed at me over the rim of his cup. “Tell us.”

Starting with the attack, I told them everything that had happened. They sat in silence, absorbing the information. Then the questions started. I answered them as best as I could.

“Do you know of a poison that robs a magician of her power?” I asked them.

“No,” Irys said.

After a few moments, Bain said, “I do not know of a substance that has that ability. If it exists, it would be a formidable weapon against magicians.”

“What do you mean if? Do you think I’m making this up?” I put my cup down. It clattered on the saucer.

“No, child. I’m merely considering other possibilities besides poison. Perhaps there is another reason for your condition.”

“Oh. Like a null shield?”

“Correct. Except it is not a shield.”

“How do you know?”

“I can sense your surface thoughts and my magic helped soothe you. Which also means you are not immune to magic.”

I sucked in a breath. Bad enough to be without magic, but to be at its mercy... This was just getting worse and worse.

“Perhaps your magic was siphoned,” Irys suggested. “Opal no longer has the ability, but there’s a chance another magician has learned the skill. There was a gap in time between the arrow strike and your bout of...fever—for lack of a better word.”

If that was the cause, my magic was gone forever. Unless there was a vial of my blood around, which I doubted. So far, no one could duplicate Opal’s glass magic, but Quinn Bloodrose’s magic was also linked to glass.

“What about Quinn?” I asked.

Irys considered. “He’s attending classes here. I don’t think he’s left the Keep. However, we can talk to him. And I can contact Pazia Cloud Mist to see if she has any ideas. Her magic was accidentally siphoned and since then she’s been working with glass, making those super messengers.”

A queasy unease roiled. “I don’t want word to spread about me. I’ve too many enemies.”

“I’ll be discreet and won’t mention you,” Irys said. “I’ll check the logbook at the gate. If Quinn left the Keep, there will be a record of it.”

The vise around my chest eased a little.

“And I will scour all my books for information,” Bain promised. “I am sure Dax will be happy to translate the languages I am unfamiliar with.”

I smiled at Bain’s word choice. My friend Dax would be happy to complain and whine nonstop about the task, but he was trustworthy.

“What can I do?” I asked.

“I suggest you visit Healer Hayes,” Irys said. “There’s a chance you’re sick or he might have some information about what is causing your...condition.”

All good ideas. I leaned back, sinking into the cushions as exhaustion swept through me.

“Does Valek know?” Irys asked.

“No. He left before my symptoms started. I don’t want to alarm him. I’ll message him when I know more.”

“We must search for the assassin, as well,” Bain said. “I’ll contact the security chief. He—”




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