8
YELENA
“I smell like death?” I asked Leif, trying to keep my panic from my voice. “Whose death? Mine? Yours?”
He tapped his chest and crinkled his nose. “No one’s. I just...” Leif waved his arms as if trying to pull in the right word. “It’s similar to death. It’s a...loss. Something is missing. And there’s strong grief? as if someone close to you has died.”
Oh. That explained it.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he asked.
Guess he hadn’t talked to Mara yet. I glanced around at the training yard. A few students still lingered and a couple kept practicing. Some magicians had the ability to listen from a distance.
“Don’t worry. It’s not that dire. I’ll tell you when I tell Fisk,” I said.
“Fisk?”
“Yes, I need both of your help and it’d be easier if I only have to explain everything once. Do you have time now?”
Leif looked at the glass workshop with a wistful expression.
“Mara knows.”
He turned to me in surprise. “She does?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks.”
Not the reaction I’d expected. I’d figured he’d be put out because I told Mara first.
“I’m not that childish,” he said, correctly reading my look.
I waited.
“At least not this time. I’m glad you confided in Mara. She always feels left out. She doesn’t ever say it aloud or complain, but I can smell the disappointment.”
“Must be tough.”
“It is, but I’ve a duty to Sitia, and discretion is a big part of it. You should know all about that. I’m sure you can’t tell Valek everything. Right?”
“If I said no, would you have me arrested for treason?”
“No.”
“Nice to know you trust me.”
He pished. “Trust has nothing to do with it. It’d upset Mara and that would upset Mara’s mother and then I’d be cut off from the best food in Sitia.”
“Ah, food trumps treason.”
Leif laughed. “Every time.” Then he sobered. “I need to tell Mara where I’m going and to take a quick bath. How about I meet you at the gate in fifteen minutes?”
I sniffed and crinkled my nose. “Make it thirty.”
“Ha-ha,” he deadpanned before heading toward the bathhouse.
I grabbed my cloak. Since I had the time, I stopped by Irys’s office on my way to the gate. She called me in before I could knock. Her office was similar in size to Bain’s, but much neater and not as many books.
A red-tailed hawk sat on a perch by the window. He squawked at me in greeting.
“Hello, Odwin. Who’s the handsome fellow?”
The hawk flexed his wings, showing off.
“That’s right, you are.” I stroked his head.
“Don’t encourage him. His ego is big enough,” Irys said.
“Any news?” I asked.
Irys pushed a strand of black hair from her eyes and leaned back in her chair. “I reviewed the logbooks for the past two weeks, and Quinn hasn’t left the Keep. I also talked to him between classes. He said he can’t draw magic into the glass. Opal tried to teach him to use the empty glass orbs like she did when siphoning magic, but he couldn’t. So far, all he’s able to do is make his magic stick to the glass.”
“Are you sure he was telling the truth? Maybe Leif—”
“I think I can spot a lie by now, Yelena.”
“Sorry.” More good/bad news.
“I’m glad he’s not involved. And you should be, too. Quinn’s a valuable asset.”
“I know. I’m being...overly emotional.” I huffed. “Do you know at one time I wished I didn’t have any magic?”
“I’m sure you did. I did, too. We all have. Ask any magician and she will be able to tell you exactly when she wished to be ordinary.”
Ordinary. Could I get used to the idea of being ordinary?
“Oh no. Cut that out,” Irys admonished. “You will never be ordinary. Don’t worry, Yelena. We’ll find out what happened to you.”
*
“The market closes for supper time. Fisk will probably be at his guild’s headquarters,” Leif said when he joined me at the gate.
“Is he still at—”
“No. He found a more secure location.” Leif glanced around and then lowered his voice. “It’s in one of the outer southern rings.”
We headed west from the Keep’s entrance.
“Let’s take the scenic route,” Leif suggested.
Ah. Leif wanted to ensure no one followed us.
As we entered the central business district, Leif cut through a couple of alleys and zigzagged through the streets. The sunlight disappeared behind the Citadel’s walls and the lamplighters began their nightly ritual.
“Is Fisk still having trouble with that rival gang?” I asked.
“Yes. They’re bold and have been trying to put him out of business. Fisk keeps telling me he’s taking care of it, but I’ve heard many shoppers grumbling at the market stalls. Those interlopers cheat, steal and bribe merchants to give them better prices than they give Fisk’s members.”
A few people hurried past us. Probably heading home for supper. The majority of the Citadel’s citizens lived in the northwest and southwest quadrants. However, a number of warehouses had been converted into apartments, which the Keep and government workers had snapped up along with a few business owners who wished to be close to their factories.
“What a shame. That rival gang could have joined his guild and all worked together.” Why couldn’t they just leave Fisk alone and let his guild operate in peace? Was it jealousy? Greed? Spite? Hate? Probably a combination of all of them.
“I think Fisk is in over his head on this one. Maybe I could ask my brother-in-law for a little favor.”
“How can Mara’s brother, Ahir, help?” I asked.
“Not Ahir—Valek.”
“Valek isn’t your brother-in-law.”
“Why not? You’ve been together for... What? Eight million years. And he’s, like...eighty by now.”
I punched him in the arm.
“Ow!” He rubbed his biceps. “Oh, I see. He hasn’t asked you. No wonder you’re sensitive.”
“Leif,” I warned.
He ignored it. “Yes?”
I pressed my fists to my legs. “We’ve been busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Rescuing a kidnapped brother, for one.” I gave him a pointed look.
“Uh-huh. Too busy to get married. That’s a new one. Does that mean he asked—”
“Drop it.”
“Wish I could,” he muttered.
And then I understood. “Who put you up to this? Mother?”
He ducked his head. “She just wants you to be happy.”
“And why in the world would she think I’d be happier if I was married? If anything, it would make it harder to be apart from Valek.”
“Maybe she sees how happy I am and wishes the same for you.”
Oh.