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“GET UP SLOWLY,” the man ordered. “No sudden moves. And keep your hands where I can see them.”

Hard to argue with an armed bandit. I sat and pushed my blankets off. The man stepped back as I stood. The tip of his sword dropped toward the ground, easing the iron vise of panic clamped around my heart. I released a shaky breath.

His shirt and pants were speckled with a variety of grays, black and white. His hood and mask matched the fabric of his clothes. Brilliant blue eyes stared back at me.

A laugh drew my attention to the right. Zitora was before three people who also wore gray camouflage. They pointed their swords at her. Interesting, she didn’t look so sweet now. Red splotches spread on her cheeks. Anger or fear, I couldn’t tell.

“This is it?” the man standing closest to Zitora asked in amazement. “The Council sends two students to help the Stormdance Clan? This is too good to be true!” He cackled. “What are you … seniors? No. Don’t tell me … you’re a novice.” He pointed his blade at me. “And you’re a senior.” The blade swung back to Zitora.

I had slept in my cloak and the weight of my sais underneath the garment pulled at my waist. She had insisted I stay armed at all times. Her sword rested on the ground nearby. I could reach through the slits in my cloak and draw my weapons.

I sought a signal from Zitora. Her pointed expression warned me to wait.

“What do you want?” Zitora asked.

“To stop you from helping the Stormdancers, but now I’m thinking of letting you go. You’ll probably do more harm than good.” The leader cackled again. His laugh grated on my nerves as if he gargled broken glass.

The man who woke me grabbed my hand. He showed my burn scars to the leader. “She is a glassmaker. We must stick to the plan.” Blue Eyes released my arm.

“Aww. I can’t kill two little girls,” the leader said.

The word kill caused a hot flush of fear to race through me.

“This one’s a magician,” a woman said, gesturing at Zitora.

“Is she too strong for you?” the leader mocked.

The woman stiffened. “We have her firmly in our control.” She glanced at the person next to her.

Through the haze of fear in my mind, I realized Zitora hadn’t moved more than her mouth since I woke.

“And here we were all ready for a big fight,” the leader said. “Brought the magicians, the muscle, the swordsman, expecting guards and Keep-trained magicians. Overkill for sure!” He laughed at his own joke.

Sweat rolled down my back at hearing kill again.

“Why do you want to stop us from helping the Stormdancers?” Zitora asked.

Anger reddened the leader’s ears. “We want them to—”

“Shut up,” Blue Eyes said. “The less said, the better. Finish the mission before we are discovered.”

Perhaps the cackler wasn’t the leader. An intelligent intensity radiated from Blue Eyes.

“We can take them along,” suggested the woman. “Ransom them.”

“No,” I said with force. My vehement outburst surprised me as much as our attackers. I would rather die than be a kidnap victim again.

“Last chance to tell us why you’re here,” Zitora said. Authority laced her tone.

Snickers answered her. Only Blue Eyes considered her words. His grip tightened on his sword.

“The benefit of appearing so young is I’m constantly underestimated.” Zitora raised her arms, warning me she would use her magic.

Breathing became difficult and fear stabbed my heart. Action would soon be needed. Could I fight or would I be too terrified to move?

This time the laughter didn’t sound. The magician gestured with alarm.

“Now,” Zitora ordered.

I yanked my sais from their holders as Blue Eyes lunged. With no time to think, I stepped in front of Zitora to protect her, blocking his sword. The ring of metal sounded as the strike vibrated through my arm.

He froze in place. The others rushed us, but when they reached Blue Eyes’ side, they were immobilized, as well, coming no closer to us.

“That was fun.” Strain vibrated in Zitora’s words as sweat beaded on her forehead.

“What? It’s over?” My body pumped with the need for action. I glanced between her and our attackers.

A tight grin flashed. “Perhaps being approachable isn’t so bad.”

“Do you have them all?” I asked.

“Yep, but now what?” She considered. “I can’t hold them long.”

To take control of four people’s bodies required a great deal of skill and power. Zitora trembled with the effort. Her strength impressed me. I knew it shouldn’t. She was Second Magician, after all. And Zitora’s best ability was being able to wrap magic around a person, keeping them immobile. Yet seeing her in action enlightened me.

“Opal … fetch the darts.” She huffed. “And vial … from my saddlebags.”

I rushed to comply and soon returned with four darts and a small bottle.

“Dip them … do you know?”

“It’s Curare.” The words croaked out. I swallowed what felt like a lump of sand. Curare was a powerful drug. It paralyzed the muscles in a person’s body for a full day and blocked the ability to use magic.

I shuddered, remembering when I had been forced to prick Yelena with the drug. My guilt flared, even though Yelena never blamed me, and she even admired the trick my kidnapper had used. I wish I could say the same for my Keep colleagues.

You can’t let the past ruin your future, I chanted over in my mind. Yelena’s words made perfect sense, yet I couldn’t force my heart to believe them.

She gestured to the ambushers. I understood and treated each dart with the drug then jabbed each attacker in the arm. After waiting ten seconds, Zitora relaxed. She lowered her arms and the four bandits slumped to the ground.

Appearing as if her bones had melted, she dropped down to a sitting position. Her energy gone. I retrieved her water flask and a few baka leaves, handing them to her.

“Thanks.” She chewed for a while, lost in thought.

The leaves revived her somewhat, but she remained sitting. Minutes passed. I fidgeted and wondered if I should put my weapons away.

Instead, I checked the horses and fed them. My hands trembled and I blamed the heavy feed bags for the shaking. Quartz rubbed her face on my arm in a comforting gesture.

Eventually Zitora joined me. She hunched over and moved as if afraid of falling. “We should go.”

“What about them?” I asked.

She smiled. “And here they were, all prepared for a fight. No time to properly interrogate them.” She rummaged in her saddlebags, uncovered the glass unicorn I had made for her and rested it in the palm of her hand.

The core glowed with an inner fire as it sang to me. The vibrations from its tune hummed deep within my soul. It brightened and quieted when Zitora stared at the unicorn, communicating with another magician. What did Master Bloodgood call them? Glass messengers? Interesting.

Finally she said, “Irys will contact the magician stationed in Thunder Valley. He’ll inform the Stormdance’s soldiers. They’ll send a cleanup crew. Irys wasn’t happy about the attack. She plans to personally interrogate them when they’re in custody.”

Considering they were going to kill us, they deserved to be interviewed by Master Jewelrose. The morning’s events filtered through my mind and snagged on one question. “Zitora, why did you let them ambush us? You had to know they were coming. Right?”

A hint of mischievousness sparked in her tired eyes. “I knew. I wanted to see what they were after. My mind reading skills are limited. I knew they intended to accost us, but not why. And I can’t hold them physically and examine them mentally. That’s beyond my powers. Irys could do both, but probably not to all four.” She considered. “A calculated risk, but it worked.”

“No thanks to me,” I murmured.

“Did another block that sword thrust? Funny, I didn’t see him. Guess I was too busy using magic to notice.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you. You’re ruining my image of you as the sweet Master.”

“Good. Now go take the masks off and examine our attackers’ faces.”

“Why?”

“In case they escape. You’ll be able to identify them.”

“They could escape?” An alarming thought.

“Nothing’s impossible, Opal. You should know that by now.”

True. I thought about how Yelena had managed to escape after being paralyzed with Curare, a seemingly impossible situation. So why hadn’t I been able to escape the same woman? Twelve days she held me, but I wasn’t Yelena. Not as smart or as brave. By the end of my ordeal, I had been willing to do anything for Alea. Even pricking Yelena with Curare. Although I wondered, if faced with the same situation now, would I react the same? Did being older and wiser make me braver?

Painful memories threatened to overwhelm me. I bit my lip and focused on the task at hand, identifying our attackers. I pulled their masks off one by one revealing three men and one woman. I studied their features, committing them to memory, sculpting their profiles in my mind. I wondered if I could fashion glass statues to resemble people instead of animals. An interesting and appealing prospect that would have to wait until we returned home.

Blue Eyes stared at me with cold calculation. Long strands of black hair had sprung from his single braid. I stayed out of reach even though I knew he couldn’t move. The drug only allowed a person to breathe, swallow and hear.

Clean shaven. No wrinkles lined his ginger-colored skin. I guessed he was in his early twenties. My attention kept returning to his diamond-shaped eyes fringed with thick lashes. I forced myself to search for distinctive features. He had a strong nose and an inch-long scar on his throat below his left ear.

When I returned to Zitora and the horses, my back stung as if Blue Eyes had the power to burn a hole right through my cloak and skin.

“Should we wait for the guards?” I asked Zitora when she mounted Sudi.

“No time. Don’t worry, they’re not going anywhere.”

“What about predators?” A strange prickle crawled along my spine. It felt as if Blue Eyes’ gaze had transformed into a spider clinging to the skin on my back, and that no matter how far I traveled, I wouldn’t be able to lose the spider.

“If I loop a protective net around them, will you feel better?”

“Yes.”

She guided her horse closer to the prone forms. Her brow creased and I guessed she pulled a thread of magic from the power source blanketing the world. Only magicians could tap into this power. When I worked with molten glass, I could draw magic from the source, but couldn’t replicate the action without being in “glass mode.”

I ignored the spike of envy. Zitora looped a protective strand around the paralyzed people and then connected it back to the power source so it remained in place. Or, at least, that was what she told me she had done. My awareness of magic was only through the glass. I couldn’t see or touch or smell it.

The protection would guide an animal past the site without incident, but a human would break the net.

“What happens if one of the Stormdance Clan members stumbles on them? Or worse, if one of their colleagues is waiting for us to leave to help them?” I asked.

“No one lives on The Flats. And I can’t sense anyone nearby. What is really worrying you?”

I couldn’t pinpoint the reason for my unease.

“Perhaps you’re still upset over the attack.”

“Perhaps.”

But as we rode away, the spider of doubt burrowed deep under my skin. If I chased my thoughts to the depths of my memories, I might match the anxious feeling to the incident over four years ago when I helped Yelena capture those malevolent souls. Match it to the fact that I heard their voices calling to me in my dreams from time to time.

Which is why I wouldn’t contemplate those feelings—pure imagination on my part. I hoped.