“It’s my backup plan,” Rune explained. “In case we can’t find Seraphine before they transfer her. Picklock will open the more complicated locks of the palace prison.”

Or it would, if I could cast it.

Alex shut the book and frowned down at her.

“You’ve never been inside the palace prison,” he pointed out. “How would you know which locks need picking?”

“Noah Creed took me on a tour of Oakhaven Park once.” Oakhaven Park was the Creed family estate. “His mother is the prison warden. I saw a map on the wall of her study.”

“And the Creeds are throwing a masked ball tomorrow night,” murmured Alex, putting her plan together. “You’re going to steal the map.”

She shook her head. “Too suspicious. Stealing it would alert his mother, who would likely double the prison’s security and put the Blood Guard on high alert.”

Alex sat down beside her on the floor. Together, they took up all the space in Verity’s tiny room that wasn’t claimed by her bed and books. Handing the heavy tome back to Rune, he asked, “So what’s your plan?”

“If I can remember where his mother’s study is, I could trace the map.”

The look on Alex’s face suggested he didn’t think this plan was any better than stealing it outright, but if that’s what he thought, he kept it to himself. “I imagine it’s a large map. Where exactly are you going to hide this tracing while you dance and flirt all night?”

She smirked at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

To her surprise, his face flushed.

A prickling silence filled the space between them. They both glanced away.

“I’ll cover for you,” Alex said.

Before she could thank him, he qualified: “On one condition.”

Rune narrowed her eyes. “What condition?”

“Once Seraphine is safe, you promise to lie low for a while.”

Rune wrinkled her nose. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t help you. Which is unfortunate, seeing as I know exactly where Warden Creed’s office is.”

“You do?” Rune’s eyes widened. “Wait. You’re blackmailing me!”

“And you are fainting from overexertion. You need a break, Rune.”

She hated the pitying look in his eyes and looked away, to the broken vial on the floor. So much wasted blood. Blood she might have used to break Seraphine out of her cell.

But Alex was right. She was wearing herself too thin.

It would be nice to rest.

There had been fewer and fewer purgings lately, mostly because of Rune—with Verity and Alex’s help—stealing witches from Blood Guard holdings and smuggling them off the island. But that wasn’t the only reason. Any witches who once hoped things would get better had realized by now things were getting worse. They’d fled—if they could—or were well hidden.

So maybe Rune could justify taking a day or two …

“A month.”

“What? No.”

“I’m going to Caelis for a month.”

“WHAT?” Caelis was the capital city of Umbria, a peaceful country on the Continent, directly across the Barrow Strait.

I need you here! she almost said. “Why go so far?” And for so long?

“I’ve been corresponding with the Conservatory’s dean about finishing my studies.”

A storm of emotions whirled through Rune. Anger, that he’d leave the fate of innocent witches in Blood Guard hands. Annoyance, that he had a life and desires apart from their mission.

But it isn’t his mission, Rune told herself. It’s mine.

Alex helped her to the point of endangering himself because he was a good person who believed that what the New Republic had done—what it was still doing—was wrong. But he wasn’t a witch. He would never know what it felt like to be hated and hunted. To watch people like you purged for the simple crime of being who they were.

This fight would never truly be his. And it was unfair to expect him to continually put himself at risk for her.

She was being selfish.

A too-familiar ache swelled beneath Rune’s rib cage as she glanced down at the spell book gripped to her chest, thinking of Nan. Remembering a time when she’d felt whole and seen and understood. A time when she hadn’t felt so utterly alone.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Nan is gone. You can’t undo the past. You can only go forward and make things better in the future. That’s what Nan would want you to do.

“If I go back to school, I’ll need somewhere to live,” said Alex, no longer looking at her, but staring toward the window. “There’s a house for sale near the harbor, close enough to the school. If it seems like a good fit, I’m going to buy it.”

Rune nodded, even though she didn’t like the sound of this one bit.

“If I buy it, I want you to come with me.”

“For an entire month?” She shook her head. There was no way. How many witches would die in that time? Even one was too many. “If you help me rescue Seraphine, I promise to go with you—but only for a week.”

“Two weeks,” he pressed, turning his attention to her and folding his arms over his chest, like that was his final offer.

Just then, someone rapped on the door.

They both froze.

“It’s me,” said Verity from the other side.

Rising to her feet, Rune shot Alex a look that said, We can talk about this later, and opened the door.

While Verity scrubbed the blood off her door and Alex mopped the floor, Rune picked up the pieces of her broken vial. Dropping the glass shards into a wastebasket, she glanced over at her childhood friend.

Alexander Sharpe was one of only two people in the world she could trust without a second thought. Imagining him in Caelis, so far away, filled her with a sadness so deep, she wanted to sink to the floor and cry.

What would she do without him?

WHEN RUNE RETURNED TO Wintersea House, a telegram was waiting for her.

Expecting it to be a reminder for the Creeds’ masked ball tomorrow night, she opened it intending to skim and set it aside when she noticed the sender had included their address: Old Town. It was an industrial part of the capital, full of tradespeople and day laborers and other working-class families.

None of her friends lived there.

Curious, she turned her full attention on the message.

MISS RUNE WINTERS

WINTERSEA HOUSE

I APOLOGIZE FOR MOVING SO QUICKLY LAST NIGHT. IF YOU’RE NOT PUT OFF BY ME YET, I MAY HAVE A SOLUTION TO YOUR PREDICAMENT REGARDING THE LUMINARIES DINNER.

GIDEON

A solution?

Verity’s warnings clanged through Rune as she remembered how close she’d come to letting Gideon kiss her. How much further would he have gone if she’d let him?

With past suitors, Rune had always drawn a line at kissing. She never, under any circumstances, went further than that. Having this rule made her feel like she was still in control. Like she couldn’t totally lose herself, no matter how desperate things got.

This is a second chance to find out where they’re holding Seraphine, she told herself, silently apologizing to Verity. I have to take it.

She dictated her response to Lizbeth, who took it to the telegraph office.

GIDEON SHARPE

113 PRUDENCE ST, OLD TOWN

I’M INTRIGUED. TELL ME MORE.

RUNE

P.S. IF ANYONE NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE FOR LAST NIGHT, IT’S THE PERSON WHO RUINED YOUR JACKET.

A reply arrived in the afternoon.

IT WILL BE EASIER TO SHOW YOU. ARE YOU FREE TOMORROW AT 10 A.M.? IF SO, MEET ME AT THIS ADDRESS.

GIDEON

P.S. I PROMISE TO GO SLOW THIS TIME.

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SEVENTEEN GIDEON

ON HIS WAY TO the boxing arena that evening, Gideon stopped by the telegraph office and retrieved Rune’s reply.