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It’s a last-ditch effort.
If I can find Gael with a tracking spell, I can avoid Blackwood U entirely. It won’t take nearly as long as getting into the school, finding the right demons, and making them trust me enough to give me the information.
And when Malachi discovers I found Gael with minimal demonic contact—and he definitely will—he might not exile me.
I twist the other rings around my fingers as the inelegant spell drifts into the æther, jagged and foreign. It spreads thin, the sheet of blunt magic expanding outward and outward.
I hold my breath, but my chest is light. Lighter than it’s been in weeks.
I can hardly keep myself from bouncing on my toes.
This might work. I might be with my soul-bonded in moments.
But like all who tried before me, the spell disintegrates moments after being cast.
Dull red sparks sink all around me, scattering in the dying grass.
I grip the tree next to me, brittle bark flaking off in my hands as the ground drops from under me.
I was counting on this more than I realized, assuming no one before had cared enough or wanted it badly enough.
It’s easy to think will alone is all the muscle a spell needs.
Easier still to unknowingly rest all your hopes on the premise.
I really have to do this…
Go to that school. Fraternize with demons.
Put my Grace and yet unrealized power at risk.
I will do everything necessary to get my betrothed. But it doesn’t lessen the icy tendrils of dread spiderwebbing through my insides.
It doesn’t lessen the gravity of what I’m about to do.
I’ve got just one shot at this, so I brush the bark off my palm, smooth my hair in place, and get to work.
The only way to get into Blackwood is as a student, and the only way to do that is to have—as Sera would say—a fuck-ton of magic.
And I do. Even now, before completing the Rites and gaining the full mantle of power, I have more than any other Graced angel.
Like his eyes and dimples, my father bestowed his endless pit of power to his only child.
Not that he knows. And not that it matters. Not on Celestus and especially not here. I can’t use my native power. Any hint of angel magic in the æther and I’ll have every hell hound, succubus, and demon spawn on my trail for a hundred miles.
Father is right about that, at least.
Everyoneisdrawn to the light.
It’s a strange sort of balance.
I glance at my hands again, to the last ring.
Since using my own magic will blow my cover, we charmed a ring to explode with a veritable bomb of demon magic. Plus a few others stowed in my bag for miscellaneous needs.
The demon magic bomb should be enough to get Blackwood U’s attention.
At least I hope it will be.
