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Can she read the future in me too?Corayne wondered.Or is this all nonsense, a trick of a peddler? Junk like the charms.But the twigs had burned cold in her pocket, scratched blue on Taristan’s face, made a man who could not be harmed bleed and scream. Corayne wanted them back in her pocket, though she couldn’t say why.

“We must be quick,” the Jydi finally answered. “Call me Valtik.”

Lifting her chin, she snapped her gnarled fingers.

Corayne braced herself for a burst of something extraordinary, but nothing happened, no spell to collect the bones or pack up anything of use. If the witch was truly Spindletouched, her magic was not the kind from any story Corayne had heard. Valtik kicked at the bones again, casting them aside on her way to the crumbled door.

Sorasa stood at the wall, still silent, her lips pursed to nothing. Valtik looked to the assassin as she passed, a finger pointed.

“And we must be seven,” she said. “You understand, Forsaken?”

Corayne did not. To her surprise, Sorasa nodded.

Seven.

“I don’t understand, and I would like to know what you’re talking about,” Dom snapped, crossing the room in silence.

Valtik stepped out into the lane. She hummed under her breath, kicking up dirt with her bare feet, like a peasant child enjoying an empty morning.

“I’m speaking to you, Witch,” Dom rumbled, his frame filling the open doorway.

She only held up two hands, five fingers raised on one, two raised on the other.Seven.

Dom cursed under his breath, in the Elder language unknown to all.

The assassin finally came back to herself, pushing off the wall to join Dom in the doorway. “We rode to Ascal seeking a hammer,” she said, arms crossed. “But why use a hammer when a needle will do?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about either,” Dom bit out.

But the Amhara simply stalked after the Jydi, her braid trailing behind.

Corayne rolled her eyes and shoved Dom out of the ramshackle house. “If Valtik is going to rhyme, you can’t start talking in riddles, Sorasa,” she said, exasperated. “I refuse to save the realm under these conditions.”

If that’s even still possible,she thought, gritting her teeth.

Out in the overgrown lane, Dom threw up his massive hands, muttering again, his Elder curses coming in fits and spurts. He shambled toward their horses, tied up next to the mill.

“You’ll need to ride with the witch, Corayne,” he said, looking apologetic.

“I don’t think so,” Corayne answered, her eyes locked ahead.

“Well,I’mnot—” Dom sputtered, then stopped short, following her stare.

Where there had been four horses only minutes ago, five now stood. A gray mare, as unremarkable as the rest, chewed on grass as if nothing were amiss. She even had a saddle and reins. Valtik stood by her, idly stroking the beast’s neck.

“They follow me.” The witch shrugged, a mad blue gleam in her eyes. “You’ll see.”

Sorasa was already in the saddle of her own stolen horse, stealing glances at the witch.Amhara Fallen. Forsaken. Broken. Osara.The words had hit a nerve in her like nothing else, not even Dom.But why?

The sun shone warm overhead, but there was a coldness to the breeze that hissed of winter. Corayne crossed her arms over her chest, fighting the urge to shiver. Andry came up alongside her, his pack over one shoulder. The teakettle clanged in it, heavy and unnecessary.

“Are you planning on inviting Taristan to tea?” she said, eyeing his pack. “That’s the first thing I’d pitch overboard if my ship were taking on water.”

He felt her scrutiny and shifted, hitching the pack higher. “It’s something I can do,” he offered. A gentle blush colored his cheeks and he looked away, toward the others. “It’s a bit of home.”

He wasn’t looking at the horses, at the witch, at Dom stomping into the mill. He looked through them. His heart was somewhere else, or at least it wished to be. With his sick mother, somewhere on the water, her face pointed south, with a strong wind at her back.

“It’s a safe route to Kasa,” Corayne said. It wasn’t a lie. The shipping lanes east were clean this time of year, an easy sail for an able captain. “Safer than any road we might travel.”