Everblaze (Keeper of the Lost Cities Book 3)

by Shannon Messenger

  “But what about Silveny?” Sophie asked, turning to Councillor Terik. “Whoever put that homing device on her knows she’s here. What’s to stop them from blowing up the whole Sanctuary?”

  Councillor Terik smiled. “Well, I’m guessing it would be the same things that stopped them from doing that in the first place. After all, they went to quite a lot of trouble to put that device in her tail instead.”

  Maybe . . .

  “But still, don’t you think it would be safer to hide her somewhere no one knows about?” she asked.

  “I’m not sure such a place exists,” Councillor Terik said gently. “And even if it does, have you considered whether that could’ve been their plan all along? To trick us into moving Silveny? After all, she’s far more vulnerable in transit than she is within these walls, which—by the way—have been reinforced in ways you can’t even imagine. I guarantee, no weapon exists that could make even the slightest breach.”

  “How can you be so sure?” Sandor interrupted. “You didn’t know about the aromark, and it exists. So how do you know that no one’s developed a weapon without your knowledge?”

  Councillor Terik’s jaw set, and Sophie braced for him to yell. But when he spoke, his voice sounded more sad than angry. “Our world is definitely experiencing some growing pains. But giving in to doubt or mistrust only helps the rebels’ cause, wouldn’t you agree?”

  Sandor studied him for a second before bowing his head. “Yes, sir.”

  Councillor Terik sighed. “Try not to worry too much, Miss Foster. We need your mind focused and sharp for the healing on Friday.”

  “Wait—this Friday?” Sophie repeated. “As in four days from now?”

  “I suppose it is a bit sudden. But in light of all the contention surrounding the healing, we felt it was better to be done sooner, rather than later.”

  “How do people even know about it?” Sophie had to ask. “I thought it was classified.”

  “It is. Or it was supposed to be. But that was before . . .”

  “Before what?” she asked when he didn’t finish.

  “Nothing you should trouble yourself with.”

  “Do you know how frustrating it is to constantly have people telling me not to worry?” she asked.

  She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to be so honest with a Councillor. But she was too annoyed to care.

  Fortunately, Councillor Terik nodded kindly. “I do know, Sophie. And I don’t blame your frustration. But I need you to concentrate all of your energy on preparing for this healing. Fintan’s mind is ancient—and strong. There’s no way to know if the shattered pieces of his consciousness will find a way to resist you while you’re working.”

  Sophie’s blood turned to ice at the thought.

  He placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to the mountain door. But Sophie had to ask one last question before she could let the light carry her away.

  “You’re sure healing Fintan is the right thing to do?” she whispered, holding her breath as she waited for him to give her the yes she needed.

  Instead he told her, “I hope so.”

  Laughter echoed through the halls when Sophie and Sandor returned to Havenfield, and Sophie followed the sound to Jolie’s bedroom, where she found Edaline sitting on the edge of the bed. All the lace curtains had been pulled back, flooding the room with sunlight, and dresses were piled all over the floor.

  Before Sophie could ask what was going on, Biana appeared in a silky teal gown.

  “Well, look who finally showed up,” she said, raising an eyebrow in Sophie’s general direction. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming back.”

  “So was I,” Edaline agreed—though she didn’t seem worried about it. She actually looked calmer than Sophie had ever seen as she helped Biana with her sash. “Did you forget you were having a friend over?”

  “Um . . .”

  Sophie didn’t remember inviting her. And Biana had never once come over by herself.

  “So where were you?” Biana jumped in, avoiding Sophie’s eyes. “And where’s Keefe? I thought I heard him say he’d be here after school.”

  “Keefe was planning to come over,” Sophie said slowly, wondering if that was the real reason for Biana’s visit. “But some stuff came up and he had to go see Elwin—”

  “What?” Biana interrupted at the same time Edaline asked, “Is he okay?”

  “Yeah, he’s fine. He just had to get another treatment.” Sophie glanced at her fingers, needing to make sure they hadn’t started glowing again.

  Edaline frowned. “And by another treatment, you mean . . .”

  “That it’s been kind of a crazy day,” Sophie finished. “But I’m fine, I promise.”

  She could tell Edaline was less than satisfied with that answer, but she wasn’t going to get into the complicated explanation with Biana there.

  “So what are you guys doing in here?” Sophie asked, changing the subject—quickly. “It looks like the closet threw up.”

  Biana laughed. “Edaline said I could go through Jolie’s clothes to see if there’s anything I want to keep, and I swear she has the most amazing gowns ever. I mean look!”

  She twirled, making the fabric of her dress shift from teal, to silver, and then back to teal.

  “Jolie had that dress custom made for our annual solstice gala,” Edaline explained. “Every other thread is made of lumenite. She wanted something that would shine like the moon when she danced. It was probably the most talked about thing at the party—even more than how many times Councillor Kenric asked Councillor Oralie to dance.”

  Sophie smiled, imagining Kenric following Oralie around like a lost puppy. She’d long suspected he had a crush on the blond-ringletted Councillor. And she’d known Grady and Edaline were famous for their incredible parties—or, they were before their grief turned them into social recluses. But for some reason she’d never pictured Jolie at any of them.

  Now she could imagine her, flitting around the room like a princess at a ball. And something about the scene made her chest feel tight.

  It twisted even tighter when Edaline told Biana, “You know, I think this dress looks even better on you than it did on Jolie. It matches your eyes perfectly.”

  Biana’s blush turned to a glow. “And you really don’t mind if I take it?”

  “Of course not. It’ll just get packed away in a dusty trunk, otherwise. Might as well put it to use.”

  Biana squealed and twirled again. “I can’t believe you didn’t want any of these, Sophie.”

  “Oh, that’s true—I probably should’ve checked. Do you mind?” Edaline asked.

  “Of course not,” Sophie promised, surprised at how thick her voice sounded. “You know I’m not into fancy dresses. Plus, Della bought me a billion of them when I moved here.”

  “Well, if you see anything in that pile you want”—Biana pointed to a monster stack of frills—“You can totally have it back.”

  “Nah. They’ll look way better on you.”

  And they would. Sophie got attention because she was new and unique, and some people thought she was mysterious. But she would never be as beautiful as Biana.

  “Well, I’ll leave you girls to talk,” Edaline said, taking one last look at Biana as she headed for the door.

  When she’d closed it behind her, Sophie took Edaline’s spot on the bed, not entirely sure what to say.

  “So,” Biana mumbled, fiddling with her dress. “I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here.”

  “Kind of,” Sophie admitted.

  “I just . . . I’m tired of always being left out. I know it’s partially my fault, because I’ve been a jerk to you a few times. But I’ll never do that again. And I have a special ability now. And I really want to help with whatever you and Keefe are working on.”

  Sophie rubbed the st
ar-shaped scar on her hand. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “Yes, I do. I was there after you and Dex escaped from the kidnappers. I saw how messed up you both were. And I was at the planting for you guys too, when everyone thought you were dead.”

  Sophie squirmed, never sure what to feel when people told her they’d been to her funeral. The rebels had thrown her registry pendant into the ocean and made everyone believe she and Dex had drowned. So the Council gave them special trees in the Wanderling Woods—the elves’ version of a cemetery—and held a big ceremony when the seeds were planted.

  The trees were still there, growing side by side.

  “You can’t take down a whole band of rebels on your own,” Biana added quietly. “And who else are you going to turn to? The Black Swan?”

  “No,” Sophie whispered. “I can’t trust them.”

  Admitting it out loud felt so much scarier.

  “So trust me,” Biana said as she sat next to Sophie on the bed.

  Sophie knew she should walk away and not drag in any more of her friends.

  But she also needed more help.

  So when Biana whispered, “Please,” Sophie reluctantly told her, “Okay.”

  TWENTY

  JUST . . . LET ME TELL DEX,” Sophie told Biana, already imaging how much he would flip when he found out she’d agreed to include a Vacker.

  He’d warmed up to the family a little over the last few months. But she had a feeling he would never actually like them. Especially Fitz.

  Biana shrugged. “Sure, if you want. But why was he mad at you and Keefe earlier?”

  “Oh, he thinks we told Dame Alina about him manifesting.”

  “Was that a secret?”

  “Yeah. He wanted to keep taking ability detecting to see if it would trigger another ability. He thinks being a Technopath isn’t cool enough to impress people.”

  “Or maybe he just wants to impress a certain person,” Biana said with a sly smile.

  Sophie had a feeling she knew what Biana was implying, but it was one of those weird, awkward things she didn’t know how to handle. So all she said was, “Dex is my best friend.”

  Biana nodded. “Anyway, if you and Keefe didn’t tell Dame Alina about his ability, who did?”

  “I can answer that,” Sandor said, making them both jump as he peeked his giant head through the doorway.

  Biana clutched her chest. “Does he always eavesdrop like that?”

  “Pretty much,” Sophie grumbled. “Anyway, how do you know who told her?” she asked Sandor.

  “Because it was me. I hailed the Council after I heard what you found at the Sanctuary. If we’re dealing with ogres, we’re going to need all the Technopaths we can get.”

  “But we don’t even know that we’re dealing with ogres,” Sophie argued.

  “So we must err on the side of caution.”

  “Whoa, wait. What about ogres?” Biana asked.

  “I’ll tell you later,” Sophie promised. “And you,” she told Sandor, “need to apologize to Dex.”

  “I know. I meant to warn him first. I did not realize the Council would move so fast. But I will explain it all to him tomorrow. First chance I get.”

  He left them then, closing the door as silently as he’d opened it. But Sophie was sure he was still listening on the other side.

  Biana didn’t seem to care, immediately attacking Sophie with ten billion questions about ogres. Sophie did her best to explain about the aromark, and the homing device, and even the possible leak in the Black Swan. But there were a whole lot of maybes and mights and I don’t knows in her answers.

  Still, the question that stumped her the most was: “So what are we supposed to do now?”

  “I have no idea. Usually I have a note or a clue to go on. But even if the Black Swan give me one, it’s not like I can trust them enough to follow it.”

  “True,” Biana agreed, standing up to pace.

  She blinked in and out of sight as she moved, which was twice as trippy in her teal-and-lumenite dress.

  “Okay!” she said after the third time she’d passed by. “It sounds like we need to figure out what’s up with the Black Swan. How much do you actually know about them?”

  “Pretty much nothing. I know what one of them looks like—but only when he’s eaten a bunch of ruckleberries. And I guess I also know he starts sentences with ‘you kids’ a lot, since that’s how I figured out that he was the one who rescued me. And . . . I know they have a few dwarves that help them. And that they used to have a hideout in a cave in the middle of the ocean. And . . .”

  Her voice trailed off as she remembered one more thing she knew about the Black Swan—assuming she’d understood what Prentice had shown her.

  “Jolie.”

  “Okay . . . What about Jolie?” Biana asked when Sophie didn’t say anything.

  Sophie glanced over her shoulder to make sure the door was still closed. She couldn’t believe she was about to tell Biana this—but she had to trust someone. And telling Biana felt easier than telling Keefe.

  Still, her voice cracked as she said, “There’s a chance Jolie might’ve been involved with the Black Swan.”

  Biana’s eyes stretched about as wide as they could go. “Do you think that had something to do with what happened to her?”

  “I know Grady will. That’s why I haven’t told him or Edaline about it.”

  For years Grady had believed the Black Swan set the fire that killed Jolie, because it happened right after they tried—and failed—to recruit him. Sophie had asked Mr. Forkle about it, and he promised they had nothing to do with it. But if Grady knew Jolie was connected to them—especially since they might have a traitor among them . . .

  “So it sounds like we need to figure out how Jolie was involved,” Biana said after a second. “And I’m guessing you’ve already searched all her things?”

  “I’m actually still working on it. This place used to be kinda off-limits.”

  “Really?” Biana looked down at her teal dress. “Wow, Grady and Edaline have really come a long way, haven’t they?”

  They had.

  And Sophie wasn’t going to let anything set them back.

  They set to work, packing up trunk after trunk of gowns and shoes and handbags and makeup and hats and jewelry. Every drawer they opened was crammed with more girly stuff. But they found nothing marked with the sign of the swan. Nothing that looked even remotely suspicious. And after a few hours of searching, they were running out of places to check.

  “You know what I haven’t found?” Biana asked as she added another gown to her Things To Take Home pile. “Foxfire stuff. Wasn’t Jolie in the elite levels when she died?”

  “Yeah. She was almost done with Level Eight.”

  “That’s what I thought. So then where are all her uniforms and textbooks and notes and whatever else they need for those crazy sessions?”

  “I . . . don’t know.” Sophie couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed it.

  She asked Edaline about it after Biana left, but Edaline seemed just as surprised as her. She even searched the room herself, like she was convinced Sophie and Biana missed something.

  “I’m sorry,” Edaline said, staring into Jolie’s now-empty closet. “I wish I could snap my fingers and conjure everything up—but I have absolutely no idea what we’ve done with it. The whole first year after we lost her is just a hazy blur in my head.”

  “It’s okay,” Sophie said, wrapping an arm around Edaline’s shoulders. “I’m sure they’re somewhere. I can’t see you and Grady throwing them away.”

  “No, we definitely didn’t do that. I mean, look at all this stuff we kept.” She pointed to the row of overstuffed trunks. “I can’t believe there’s more that’s missing.”

  “Jolie must’ve been a big shopper.”

/>   “She was. And I’m sorry, by the way. I shouldn’t have offered those clothes to Biana without asking you first.”

  “It’s fine,” Sophie promised. But some of the tightness had returned to her chest.

  Edaline reached up to tuck Sophie’s hair behind her ears.

  “You always come first, Sophie. I hope you know that. And I’m really glad to see you hanging out with Biana. You know I love Dex—and Keefe is always very charming. But it’s good to have girl friends too. They can be a lot less . . . complicated.”

  “Hey, Sophie, can I talk to you?” Dex asked, catching her on her way into the girls’ locker room.

  “Sure,” Sophie said through a yawn.

  She’d stayed up late, waiting for Grady to come home, but when she’d finally gone to bed he still wasn’t back. Edaline had assured her that overnight assignments were normal for an Emissary, but she’d still had nightmares about Grady being hunted by ogres.

  “I’m sorry I yelled at you yesterday,” Dex mumbled, snapping her back to the present. “I shouldn’t have blamed you. I know you would never tell.”

  “About that,” Sandor interrupted. “I meant to tell you earlier. I was the one who informed the Council about your ability, Dex.”

  “I know,” Dex told him, sounding surprisingly unirritated. “I went to Dame Alina’s office during study hall yesterday and she told me how the Council called her to make sure I started training right away. Can you believe that? The Council cared enough about my ability to call the principal of Foxfire. They even insisted that I study with Lady Iskra!”

  “Wow, that’s awesome!” Sophie told him.

  Dex laughed. “You have no idea who that is, do you?”

  “Not a clue,” she admitted.

  “Yeah, neither did I. But I guess she, like, invented all the things. Imparters, nexuses—even Spyballs—were all her ideas. There’s pretty much no other Technopath as talented as her—and the Council wants me to work with her. They told Dame Alina that with Lady Iskra’s guidance, I’ll invent things that will change our world!”