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I’d finally kill him myself.
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Evie
That afternoon,I strolled into my office, pausing at the sight of a pink bakery box. I opened it to reveal a chocolate donut with sprinkles.
“Well, thanks, Uncle Eachann.” It was a little strange, considering he was supposed to meet me in a few hours, but obviously my weakness for baked goods had gotten around.
Kyla stalked in behind me half an hour later and raised her eyebrow at the bakery box. “Nathaniel already knows about your sweet tooth, huh?”
“This was from Eachann.”
She leaned closer, clearly scenting the box. “Nope. That has Nathaniel’s paw prints all over it. Soooo, are you going to become one of those annoying loved-up people who never has time for their friends anymore?”
Offense raged through me. I scowled at her, and she smirked.
“You’re so easy.”
I sniffed, messaged Nathaniel thanks for the treat, and got to work. Kyla started up her computer. An hour later, I lifted my head to find her sitting back, legs crossed at the ankles as she rested them on the desk.
Her thinking pose.
“What is it?”
“I just feel like there’s something big that we’re missing.” She glanced at me. “Anything from the stone?”
I wiggled the lapis lazuli from my pocket. “Nope.”
“How you gonna know if it’s in your pocket?”
“It’ll heat up.”
“Cool.” Swinging her legs off the desk, she got to her feet. “I have a meeting with Selina.”
I raised one eyebrow. “You want me to come?”
“Nah. Now that I’ve returned the sword to His Majesty,” she sneered, “I wanted to check in with Selina to see if anything has changed.”
Selina wasn’t a seer. But she occasionally had visions. And those visions hadn’t exactly been filled with joy when it came to Kyla.
You will trust someone who will betray their word. But you will find allies in the places you will least expect. You must return the sword to its rightful owner.
The bargain has been struck. But you must return the sword to its true sheath or the realms will burn. You will have a choice to make. Choose wrongly, and you will be chained to a throne. Choose correctly, and you will sit on one.
“Any ideas about the true sheath?” I asked.
“Nothing. I’ve been poring over every historical account I can find, reading magical scrolls until my eyes cross, and making list after list of possibilities. I just can’t figure it out.”
“We’ll get to the bottom of it. I promise.”
“You’re—”
“Not invited for the dirty work, which is rude as hell, considering all the fun things I’ve draggedyouinto.” I gestured at the board. “Case in point. But I can still help with the research part of things.”
“You have more than enough on your plate. And Iaminvestigating anyone with ties to HFE. I just need to—”
“Find out if your future is looking a teeny bit brighter. Get gone.”
