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That worked for me. Now I just had to talk to my new target.

“So what do we do now?” I asked. “I mean about the RG.”

One hand on his hip, another on the bookshelf, fingers tapping, he frowned as he contemplated. “I think I should go back to the RG, present them with a specific plan. I think it’s harder to imagine themselves as crusaders. But if we give them a task, and they begin to see their new role that way, it might help.”

“You up for working on some alchemy?”

He smiled, and some of the old humor was back in his eyes. “I am. I’ve got permission from Scott.”

“Good. Because there’s a lot of work to do. Confusing, confusing work.”

“I’m willing to learn. I’m glad we had a chance to talk about all this. To clear the air.”

That clear air was fractured by the huge sound of metallic wrenching.

“The front gate,” I said, and had just pivoted into the foyer when the blast blew in the front door.

• • •

Sometime later, I blinked. Once, then twice, until the two images of the foyer’s coffered ceiling above me combined into one again.

I was on my back on the floor, eyes stinging from dust and smoke, my ears ringing from the concussion of noise. I pushed myself up on my elbows, ribs aching on my right side. Jonah lay across my legs, facedown, arms sprawled. He’d turned his body toward mine as the wall of hot air hit us, and the blast had hit him full-on, throwing us both across the foyer until we’d nearly hit the staircase.

I lifted my gaze. The front doors were broken and splintered on the floor, the walls around them cracked and crumbling, smoke pouring into the House. There’d been a vase of flowers on the round table in the center of the foyer. The table was in splinters, the vase shattered, the flowers scattered across the floor among pieces of the door and spilled water.

Since no one else had come out to investigate, I guessed I’d been out for only a few seconds.

As carefully as I could manage, I rolled Jonah onto his back. There was a large cut across his forehead, streaming blood and sending magic into the air. Jonah and I had complementary magic, uniquely compatible. My body, wounded and eager, wanted that blood so badly my hands began to shake.

“No,” I muttered, grabbing a piece of cloth from the floor, probably part of the foyer table’s cover, and pressed it to the laceration.

I tapped his cheeks. “Jonah! Jonah! Wake up!” And when he didn’t, I put fingers on the pulse point in his wrist. He had a pulse, but it was slow.

Shots began to ring out, bullets whizzing through the front of the House with the speed of an automatic weapon. I ducked, covering him with my body, lowered my lips to his ear. “If you die, I will personally kick your ass.”

The bullets kept coming, spinning through the hallway to splinter the wood of the stairs, the plaster and art on the opposite wall.

There was a break in the noise, probably as guns were reloaded.

o;That’s a very pre-Celina attitude,” I said, since she’d been the one to out our existence to the rest of the world.

“Exactly. And it’s where they still are. For a long time, it worked. When our focus was staying quiet and safe, it totally worked. But you’re right. It doesn’t work anymore. It’s time we change.”

He looked up at me. “It’s going to be hard for some to adapt. Some will be afraid, and some will probably leave the RG. But I don’t think we have a choice.”

“We?” I asked, very deliberately.

The question must have made him antsy, because he rose, walked to the bookshelves, putting space between us.

“You still think I’m a traitor to the cause,” I said. “Because I won’t spy on him.”

He ran a hand through his auburn locks. “No. It’s more complicated than that. And not really complicated at all.”

Silence descended while he looked everywhere but at me. And I just stared at him, baffled. Finally, after a good two minutes had passed, Jonah cleared his throat again and looked at me with stormy blue eyes. “I handled the request poorly—asking you to watch Ethan, to report on Ethan—because I still have feelings for you.”

I stared at him. “You . . . what?”

“Yeah,” he said with a sad little shrug. “I haven’t been able to shake it.”

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