“It will have to,” Desmond said. “If we continue to leave those every few feet, I'm sure it will attract them, even if they aren't sure it's her. It's the best we can do for now.”
“I wish I was bonded to Laura. I would check in with her,” Nathaniel said. “I used to be able to push some thoughts through, but not at this distance.”
“I'm sure that Laura is moving along just fine,” Desmond said. “You have to remember, Devon is still answering her. He's not as removed as Sienna.”
“Sienna isn't answering because she's scared,” Nathaniel assured him. “We'll find her.”
“I hope so,” Desmond replied, biting back another comment. He knew that his Tiro hadn't run to Reynolds' side, but he couldn't help but remember what had happened when he had found Reynolds. This was a trip down memory lane that he did not want to take.
Meanwhile, Laura was on the other side of the city, and true to Desmond's word, she was moving along just fine. Devon's choice to answer her had made him easier to trace, and she came upon the warehouse where they had spent the night.
It was wiped clean, but she had expected that. She had taught him well, although she never thought that he would now be using it against her. It was hurtful, but at the same time, she understood. She didn't want Devon to be in pain; no parent would want that for their child. She just wished that he had chosen a better way to do it or, at least, a better place than a planet with a girl that everyone wanted to capture.
She paused when she got to the corner of the warehouse, her nose wrinkling. They may have wiped away all magical traces of their presence, but they hadn't quite cleaned up after themselves.
He was getting sick exactly when she knew he would, based on the medication that he had taken with him. Devon liked to think he was invincible, which annoyed her to no end some days. But today, it verified her thoughts that he was here.
“But where did you go from here, my dear?” she asked, closing her eyes. ‘Devon.’
She didn't expect him to answer; that would be too obvious. Instead, she followed her instincts out the door and onto the busy street. The warehouse was at the edge of the market district, and the market was already bustling with people. She paused, trying to think like Devon.
He would choose the busiest path with the most witnesses if he didn't want to be captured.
Laura approached the market stalls cautiously, watching for anything out of place. She didn't want to stand out, and so she moved from stall to stall as if she was carefully considering each of her purchases. She picked up some fruit, and then a dress, looking at each detail, while reaching out with her magical senses, trying to pick up their trail.
“Can I help you?” someone said to her, and she looked up. There was a shopkeeper standing there, his eyes ablaze as he saw her. He was clearly taking in her well-made clothing and strong form and assuming she had money. “Special deal on that today.”
“Oh,” Laura said, trying to think about how she was going to play this. Normally, she and Devon had a well-thought-out plan for any situation. But this wasn't exactly something she expected in any scenario. “I would. It's just…I've given my siblings the money, and they took off this morning, looking for their own purchases.” She didn't look old enough to be Devon's mother, but he and Sienna looked humanoid, and she was hoping that the pink-skinned alien with three eyes in front of her wouldn't be able to distinguish just how different they all were. “Maybe you've seen them?”
“Maybe?” the shopkeeper said. “What do they look like?”
“Boy and girl, about this tall, almost adult,” she said. “Stayed up all night, so probably a bit tired and dazed. Rascals, they are. Would they have walked through here?”
He paused so long that she was afraid he had drifted into some sort of trance. He closed his eyes, humming, and Laura was about to ask again when his eyes suddenly snapped open. “Yes,” he said. “Yes. I did see them.”
“Where did you see them? When did you see them?” She leaned forward a little too eagerly, and the shopkeeper narrowed his eyes.
“How do I know that you want them for good intentions?”
“What?” Laura asked.
“There's a lot of souls on this planet hunting others for bad reasons,” the shopkeeper said. “How do I know you aren't one of them?”
“They are family!” Laura cried, hoping she sounded believable. They were, after all, in a way. Devon was the closest thing she would ever have to family. The Tiros after him would live up to his example, which she hoped was going to include a happy ending. “Please.”
Apparently, she was convincing enough, because the shopkeeper pointed down the crowded lane.
“I saw a couple who could be them, going that way. But....”
“But?” Laura asked, confused.
“Don't think it was them.”
“Why not?” she replied.
“Because you said they are siblings, right? Not sure how you humanoids do it, but I saw them kissing over there by that tree.”
“That's them,” Laura said, turning on her heel and leaving the shopkeeper incredibly confused as she began to follow the path, sending out magical pings.
She suddenly stopped as one of her pings was returned.
“Devon?” she asked to the crowd around her. Her pings came back at her full force as she heard a scream at the far end of the street.
There was a magical explosion that she recognized as Devon's signature, and then more screaming. People began running in all directions, and a black cloud formed over the spot of Devon's last known whereabouts. Laura moved forward as quickly as she could, dodging beings as she tried to make her way there. Her eyes did not deceive her as the cloud took shape. That was Black Caesar's mark: strong and menacing.
And when she reached the spot where she knew they had been, she found nothing. They were gone.
Chapter 16
“Did you feel that?” Nathaniel's head shot up like he had been smacked, his ears alert. Desmond didn't have to respond to know that they were both feeling the same thing. It would have taken both of them being blind and deaf to not feel Sienna's sudden panic go through the air. She had dropped all her barriers, which meant it wasn't going to be hard for them to find her if they focused. What worried him was why she had dropped her barriers. “What could have happened?”
Desmond closed his eyes, preferring to find his strength in silence rather than in noise. He reached out through the bond, following it hand over hand in his mind.
“The warehouse,” he said. “The warehouse where we found you. That's where she is.”
Nathaniel tensed. “That's at least five miles from here.”
“Then move,” Desmond said, and they both took off. They hadn't had to run like this since they were warriors in the field, ten years younger and defending a planet.
Had someone told Nathaniel ten years ago what he would be doing now, he would not have believed them. He would have thought it was rubbish to live such a life, balancing precariously on the grey line that they all seemed to walk. He had imagined himself a Grand Maestro by now, one of the Jurors perhaps, with a Tiro, who was leading wars. He had never imagined the Jurors would exile him because of the crimes of his former Maestro.
And yet, he also knew that he'd never separate from Desmond, never leave Eliza. So, what did he expect?
“Can you feel who it is?” Nathaniel asked Desmond. “Can you see through her eyes?”
“No,” Desmond said as they ran. Their breath was now haggard, but their stamina was unmatchable. “She's afraid, though.”
“She's not hurt,” Nathaniel said, after a moment.
“No,” Desmond replied. “But then, anyone who wants her wouldn't damage a hair on her head for fear of damaging her precious magic.”
“At least there's that,” Nathaniel said, drearily.
On the other side of the town, Laura was moving at a similar pace. Devon had finally let her lock onto his presence, and she ran without thinking, guided by
the magic.
Her booted feet were smacking the ground with rhythm, and she locked onto a communication channel, hoping Devon had the presence of mind to answer.
‘Are you hurt?’
‘I need meds.’
She nearly stopped at that. ‘I don't have them, Devon.’
‘That's what I need. This is my fault. Help.’
She decided her best bet was to continue forward, moving so quickly that she became a blur to any passerby. If she stopped to even breathe, she knew that she wouldn't be able to make it.
‘Who is it?’
‘Followers of Black Caesar.’
‘Well, damn.’
Her answer elicited a laugh from him – broken, but a laugh nonetheless.
‘Are you coming?’
‘Obviously, Devon, I would never leave you.’
His thoughts fell quiet, but he remained there as if he was silently in the room, but saying nothing. She knew if she pushed, she could see through his eyes. But she didn't want to distract him if he was in physical danger. She imagined that they had taken Devon because he was with Sienna, who was the ultimate prize. She just hoped that they didn't see her Tiro as disposable.
Approaching the warehouse from the left, she sucked in a breath as she realized that the last time they were here was when they rescued Nathaniel. They had been so powerful then–so strong and so ready to take on anything. With Devon at her side, nothing could possibly go wrong. She had felt no fear as they approached the warehouse last time. Now, everything was on the line.
“Laura,” came a voice, and she jumped about five feet in the air as someone grabbed her shoulder. It was Nathaniel, standing there, panting. Desmond was at his side, and both their faces were dark.
“I take it you got the message via Tiro 911?” she asked.
“Is Devon with her?” Nathaniel asked, and she felt frost in his voice. They couldn't possibly blame her for this, could they?
But the feelings between them had clearly cooled.
“He is,” she said. “And he's about to go through withdrawal, which could bring their danger level to a whole new tier if we don't do something.”
“Any idea as to their attackers?” Desmond asked.
“Followers of Black Caesar,” Laura replied. “Which should come as no surprise”
“Then there is no time to spare...” Desmond started, and then suddenly froze.
“Maestro?” Nathaniel asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Desmond's head turned eerily to the left as he spun on his heel.
“Get down,” he said, his voice hardly above a whisper. “And get down slowly.”
They lowered to the ground, almost by instinct.
“Maestro?” Nathaniel repeated, confused. “What is it?”
“Who is it?” Desmond corrected him, pointing his finger across the lawn. Nathaniel followed his gaze, and then his eyes widened. Crossing the grass with a long, black cloak, his head held high, and followed by a league of minions, was Reynolds.
He moved like a king who no one had ever challenged. His magic was dancing at his fingertips, his eyes were ablaze, and his confidence clear.
In a lot of ways, he looked like a powerful, successful Maestro. A witch who should have risen to the top.
He had risen to the top, Nathaniel realized. Except it wasn't the way he was supposed to.
“Oh boy,” Laura said as she watched him enter the warehouse. “Do you think he's been in league with Black Caesar this whole time?”
“No,” Desmond answered. “I think he heard that they have Sienna, and he wants her for himself. He will either offer them something they can't refuse, or he will kill them all. That's Reynolds' way. If he can't have it, nobody can.”
“Not exactly the best deal,” Nathaniel said as he watched the minions enter the building. The door slammed shut behind them. “Maestro?” he said at Desmond's trance-like gaze. “Are you all right?”
Desmond took a deep breath. “Yes,” he said, but Nathaniel could tell that he was not.
“Stay here, Maestro,” Nathaniel said. “Let Laura and I go in and work this out. It will be all right.”
“Don't be absurd,” Desmond said. “You need as much support as you can get. There are two different sides in there, and both of them threaten our Tiro.”
“Yes,” Nathaniel said. “But Reynolds is in there, and you know that if we defeat him, we have to bring him to justice.”
“Nathaniel,” Desmond focused on the ground for a long time before taking a deep breath, “do not underestimate my ability to judge right from wrong. There was a time when I thought I could save Reynolds. And maybe–just maybe–I still can. But saving him does not involve letting him escape the Jurors. He must answer for what he's done. And when he's sees there is no other way out, he will decide there is another path for him.”
‘You don't have to do this,’ Nathaniel told his Maestro, who smiled sadly.
‘But I do. For all of us.’
Nathaniel had never been so unsure of Desmond in his life. He knew that his former Maestro would try to do the right thing; to stay strong. But when it came to looking Reynolds in the eye, he wasn't sure that Desmond would be able to follow through.
Expressing doubt about one's Maestro was such a faux pas that Nathaniel didn't even dare speak anymore. He simply nodded as he stood up. Laura rose at his side, her eyes trained on the building.
“Shall we move like last time?” she asked. “Each of us take a side, take them by surprise.”
“Last time, there were more of us,” Nathaniel pointed out. “I don't know about Devon, but Sienna is not in any physical distress. Sybil and Kierry are not far away. Maybe we could wait for them to arrive.”
“No,” Laura said. “Devon is in physical distress. In addition, Sybil and Kierry are known to Reynolds. He would have them watched. If he received information that they were on the way, he would know that this entire quest was undercover.”
“Let me go in alone,” Desmond said, surprising both of them.
“Are you out of your mind?” Nathaniel asked him, turning to him in shock.
“Quite possibly,” Desmond replied. “But if I go in alone, Reynolds might not see a threat. He knows that I am close to Sienna. He thinks we were considering his side. Let me go in alone.”
“Remain connected with me,” Nathaniel said, and Desmond's eyes flashed.
“I can't,” he said. “Reynolds will be looking for that. He knows me well.”
“You're still bonded to him,” Nathaniel said in shock.
“Only in the way that I will always bonded to you and to Christa,” Desmond answered. “But if I am sending information your way, he will know. You have to trust me, Nathaniel.” He put his hand on the younger Maestro's shoulder, and Nathaniel met his eyes.
“Of course, I trust you, Maestro. But–”
“Then let me go,” Desmond said, and turned, not giving Nathaniel a chance to answer.
There were a thousand things that Nathaniel wanted to say in that moment. Most of them involved stopping Desmond, calling out any manner of ridiculous things. He thought about calling Desmond senile, or perhaps questioning his commitment to the Jurors.
But he didn't do any of them, watching helplessly as his Maestro approached the empty building.
“This is crazy,” Laura said as she watched. “We should help. We should be in there. We have to go in!”
“He's gone to try and rescue his Tiro,” Nathaniel said softly, and then it came to him. “As we were trying to do all night. As, I imagine, that you and I will always do for Sienna and Devon, no matter what the circumstances.”
“Of course,” Laura replied. And then it dawned on her as well. “Oh. Do you think that Reynolds will actually hurt him?”
“I don't know,” Nathaniel said. “I don't know what Reynolds' view has deteriorated to, to be honest. But the first sign of trouble, Desmond be damned, I will go in there.”
“Well, at least you have a plan,” Laura said as sh
e crouched down. Her muscles were tense, and she was ready to storm the warehouse at any given moment.
Desmond walked slowly, as if he was walking to his death. His mind was clouded with thousands of thoughts, and he could barely form words.
'Reynolds' was the only clear word in his mind as he crossed the lawn. He had imagined this moment again and again over the years. Was it too late? Where had he gone wrong? Was Reynolds just predisposed to go this way? Or could Desmond guide his hand, even now?
He paused at the door, his palm open on it. Witches wanted nothing but peace; they were supposed to be the guardians of the galaxy. They were not supposed to bringing more turmoil into it.
A part of Desmond also wondered if he was making the second mistake twice. Was he forcing Sienna into a path that she shouldn't be walking on? Whether or not Reynolds' path was right for her wasn't the issue; it was whether she should be trying to do something that she had dreamed about, but could likely never accomplish.
Was he killing two Tiros in one swift motion?
He pulled open the door with his magic, letting both of them know he was coming in.
Chapter 17
Sienna was too frightened to call out, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Desmond at the door. Desmond was here now; he would fix everything.
She and Devon were strung up much the way Nathaniel had been, and Black Caesar's followers circled them. She could feel them conquering a kind of magic that made her chest feel like it was going to collapse.
Black Caesar had believed in cleaning up the streets and destroying witches. It was more than returning to nature; it was obliterating them from the world. Sienna had pushed a protection spell around her and the rapidly fading Devon, but she wasn't sure she could hold it forever.
Reynolds stood at the edge of the warehouse, his eyes blazing as he reached out his hand. To Sienna's surprise, he had been trying to stop their magic and save them. She had no idea why he would want to do that.
Everything stopped when Desmond entered the room, however.
Reynolds laughed–a laugh that had no humor in it whatsoever.
“Maestro,” he said, spinning around, “come to join our party?”
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