Knights of Light (The Conjurors Series Book 2) (27 page)

“That’s ridiculous.”

“It isn’t. Now what did
you have to tell me?”

“Nothing that can’t
wait,” she said. She didn’t want to bias his decision by making him fear for
her safety. And she also wasn’t sure that she could handle being in his
presence any longer without showing him how shattered she was.

“I’ll visit soon. Give
my love to Tan,” Valerie said quickly.

“I will,” Thai replied,
his voice sounding a little rough.

She shut her eyes and
opened them back on the Globe. This time she refused to give in to any tears.

Valerie and Gideon agreed that the first
thing they needed to do was to recruit the Knights that they wanted to bring on
their mission to Dunsinane. They carefully laid out the plan of how to retrieve
Sanguina and quickly get to Dunsinane. It would mean relying on the powers of Valerie’s
friends as well as her own, which made her nervous. If anyone was hurt in the
process, it would be because of a hole in her plan, and she would have to carry
her failure on her conscience forever.

Once Sanguina was broken
out of prison, Kellen would soon be aware that something was wrong. They had to
be long gone from Arden by the time that happened.

“A covert op,” Cyrus
said that night at dinner, where he ate with Valerie, Henry, and Kanti. “Finally,
something interesting is happening.”

In spite of the stress,
it was impossible not to enjoy Cyrus’s childlike glee in the situation.

“Gideon managed to have
a conversation with Sanguina in prison, and she said there will likely be
Fractus with three types of abilities guarding the Black Castle. First are
those invisible guys we fought a few times,” Valerie told her friends.

“But stronger now,
right?” Henry reminded her.

She nodded. “Yeah,
they’re totally invisible now. Then, of course, there’s Zunya and his gang who
can steal our powers, and last are these guys who control electricity.”

Kanti crinkled her brow.
“I’ve never heard of that one before.”

Henry hung his head. “I
think those electricity guys are my fault, too, like the invisible Fractus.”

“You know that’s not
your fault. You didn’t know you were capable of giving the Fractus new powers.
You didn’t even believe magic was real then!” Kanti said, squeezing his hand.

“What are they capable
of?” Valerie asked curiously.

“Throwing lightning is
their only weapon on the Globe, I think,” said Henry. “But on Earth, they could
do much more damage. There are so many more machines running on electricity
instead of magic or solar power.”

Valerie shuddered. “Let’s
hope they never make it to Earth, then.”

“Throwing lightning is
kind of a big deal without the rest,” Cyrus said.

“There’s one other
thing,” Valerie added. “I’m going to have to convince Kellen to return my sword
to me. We’re not going to make it out of there alive without it.”

“Bring us with you when
you confront him,” Henry said.

“That might make things worse. And I don’t want to
bring Gideon into this and raise Kellen’s suspicions. I’ve got to do it alone.”

Timidly this time, Valerie
knocked on Kellen’s door. Her heart sped up as she waited for him to answer.
What was she going to do if he refused her? She wasn’t confident that she could
win in a fight, but she’d have to try.

There was no answer, and
gently she jiggled the handle of the door. It was locked, but she tapped into
her magic and forced the handle. It gave way easily under pressure and she
shook her head. No office on Earth would have such a flimsy lock, but she
supposed on the Globe, the real threats were magical ones.

Sure enough, as the door
swung open, she was blasted by a wave of magic that must have been designed to
incapacitate intruders. She threw up her lunch and fell to the ground on her
hands and knees. Her puke vanished the moment it hit the ground—Kellen probably
didn’t want to deal with the mess that his magical burglar alarm caused—but the
smell hung in the air, making her gag. Her body was wracked with waves of
nausea and she groaned.

It had to be in her
head. This time, Valerie wasn’t going to let that stop her. She clenched her
fists, focusing on the pain of her fingernails digging into her palms, and
forced herself to remember why she was here—to recover her sword. The office
was empty, and the sunshine streaming in didn’t reveal anything that she hadn’t
noticed before. Pathos was nowhere to be seen.

Even if she had to crawl,
she decided to search for it. If it wasn’t in his office, then it had to be in
the armory with the other weapons, in which case it would be easy to recover.
But Kellen wouldn’t leave such a powerful weapon unguarded.

His desk was much too
small to hold her sword, so she searched the walls and floor, looking for
trapdoors or nooks where he could have tucked it away. But his office was scrupulously
neat, without much clutter to sift through. As long as she was searching and
her mind remained focused, the nausea wasn’t completely crippling. But when she
ran out of places to check, it returned with force, and she curled into a ball,
not sure if she could take any more.

She was ready to give up
and hope that Pathos was in the armory after all when a pulse of magic reached
out to her like a finger tapping her on the shoulder. Pathos. Strange how her
weapon almost seemed like a person to her, a friend whose voice she could
recognize. It was in this room.

Kellen’s desk gleamed in
the sunlight, and she dragged herself back to it. It was sized to fit the
fairy, and she had to use a fingernail to open the drawers. One by one, she
checked them all, but found only papers and tiny objects that she couldn’t make
sense of.

A light glowed from the cracks
around the left leg of the desk, and she opened the bottom drawer again.
Nothing but files. The drawer hummed, almost rattling with power. She ran her index
finger along the smooth panels, and finally she touched a small bump on the
side of the drawer.

Valerie pressed it and
the room vanished before her eyes, her nausea disappearing with it. She was
standing in an enormous vault filled to the rafters with strange objects. The
only light came from torches lining the walls. She saw glittering wings in
glass jars, a bookshelf filled with carefully labeled locks of hair, and an
entire case of weapons, with everything from an ax to a machete to a gun. She
stepped closer to the hair and her flesh crawled. He had the hair of every
Knight in the Guild, and locks from many Conjurors she had never heard of. Even
her own hair was there, dark brown strands tied with a white ribbon.

She was tempted to take
it—who knew what horrible purpose he would use it for? But it seemed wrong to
save her own hair and leave everyone else’s behind. She also didn’t know if she
would trigger another alarm, one that she wasn’t able to fight this time.

Valerie had come for one
thing, and that was all she’d take—this time. Pathos was mounted on the wall
like a trophy. She guessed that Kellen had polished the handle and the blade,
because they gleamed. She had to pull over a wobbly table to climb up and reach
her sword. Relief coursed through her body as she returned it to its sheath.

She knew that she would
never again voluntarily surrender her weapon. Whatever fate had in store for
her, she and Pathos were inextricably linked. She wouldn’t survive without it.

Her relief was
short-lived. How would she return to Kellen’s office and sneak out unnoticed?
But before her worry could morph into panic, the vault disappeared and she was
back in Kellen’s neat office.

It was the same as when
she left it, except for one thing. Her nausea was gone. She sprinted to the
door and left, shutting it quietly behind her.

In the hallway, she scrutinized
the face of every Knight she passed for signs of suspicion. The arches at the
entrance of the Guild were in sight when she slammed into Juniper.

“You’re back! All’s
forgiven?” he asked brightly.

“We should talk,” she
muttered. “But let’s get out of here first.”

Outside, they hurried
through The Horseshoe. She wanted to put some distance between herself and
Kellen’s office. He’d know soon enough that she had taken her sword back.

“Where’s the fire?”
Juniper asked as she finally slowed her pace.

“I stole my sword back,”
she said, her gut telling her that she could trust him. “Kellen’s going to kill
me when he finds out.”

His eyes went wide. “You
couldn’t wait twenty-four hours?”

“What do you mean?”

“Knight’s law—a weapon
can only be taken for twenty-four hours unless a Knight is tried and found
guilty of a high crime, like torture or murder or treason.”

“He never said anything
about that. It’s been more than twenty-four hours since he took it, and I don’t
think he had any intention of giving it back.”

“He can’t do that—even
if he is the Grand Master. He’s our leader, not a dictator,” Juniper said.

“I’m glad you said that.
I have to ask you a huge favor. And I’m kind of hoping you say no, because it’s
really dangerous.”

His eyes lit up. “Count
me in!”

“You don’t even know
what I’m going to ask yet.”

“Doesn’t matter, but I
assume we’re storming the Black Castle?”

“Pretty much.”

“Then I wouldn’t miss it.”

Juniper wasn’t the only one
eager to join their team. Cyrus recruited Ceru, Henry brought a couple of
Empath journeymen, and Gideon talked to seven Knights that he trusted for the
mission. Even Cara showed up for dinner one night to volunteer her help, but
Cyrus wouldn’t hear of it.

“I can make my own
decisions,” Cara argued.

“No way,” Cyrus said
flatly. “You’re still my kid sister. And I may have already left home at your
age, but I wasn’t fighting battles.”

“You have equally
important work to do here,” Ceru said with a significant nod to Cara. His
comment seemed to be the one that convinced her.

“We’ve got one more
addition to our team,” Kanti said. “Peach is coming early tomorrow.” Valerie
knew that the shocked look on her face must have mirrored Cyrus’s and Henry’s,
because Kanti grinned a little. “Who knew my Barbie doll of a sister would want
to get her hands dirty?”

“I’m in, too, of course,”
Dulcea chimed in.

The last thing Valerie
wanted to do was hurt Dulcea, but she wasn’t sure that her friend’s magical
ability to make sweet treats would protect her on the battlefield. “I wanted to
ask if you would stay here. I don’t want to leave Jack all alone for however
long we’re gone. He was hurt because of me, and now Nightingale barely lets me
visit him. You have a way about you, and maybe you can win him over.”

Dulcea nodded
thoughtfully, but Valerie saw the gleam of knowledge in her eyes. She read
between the lines. “Of course, if this is where I’m needed, this is where I’ll
be.”

Valerie’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Why don’t we go
over to the Healers’ Guild now? Dasan visited him again today, so maybe he’ll
be a little more lucid.”

For the first time,
Nightingale wasn’t guarding the door to Jack’s ward, so Valerie and Dulcea had
a little privacy for the introduction. He was reading a book as they approached
his bed, but it dropped out of his hands when he saw Dulcea. A mischievous
glint appeared in his eyes that was the first sign Valerie had seen that he was
returning to his old self.

“I know our Val here was
feeling guilty about me getting hurt, but she’s forgiven now that she’s brought
you here to nurse me back to health. What’s your name, gorgeous?”

Dulcea rolled her eyes,
but she didn’t successfully hide her smile. “Dulcea. Valerie said you were
sick, but you look okay to me.”

“Just okay? I must be
losing my touch.”

Dulcea and Valerie
laughed. “Glad to see you’re doing better. Remember anything new?”

Jack shook his head. “When
are you going to bust me out of here?”

“What does Nightingale
say?” Dulcea asked.

“That old grump? He’d
keep me here for the rest of my life if I let him. But I overheard that no one
can be kept here against their will once they’re not in a life-threatening
situation.”

“Give it a little
longer,” Valerie pleaded. “You’ve still got way too many bruises.”

“I’ve had worse,” he
whispered, his voice hoarse.

Jack had to spend too
many years with people who didn’t want him, something that she knew a thing or
two about. “I don’t want to be here. Living with all these other kids, being
poked and prodded…”

Dulcea was biting her
lip, but she seemed to empathize with Jack as well. Like Valerie, Dulcea had
been orphaned when her parents died years ago. “There’s a bed waiting for you at
the Imaginary Friends’ Guild whenever you want it.”

A grin spread across
Jack’s face, and he was kind of hot, Valerie noticed with surprise. “I’ll come
first thing tomorrow. Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me, baby. Few can.”

“Yeah, yeah. No stirring
up trouble, though,” Dulcea said firmly.

“Trouble? Me? Never.”

Valerie’s next task
weighed even heavier on her heart. For the past two nights, she’d heard a
howling in the distance that was filled with heartbreak. She had to find Chrome—she
owed it to him to tell him about Jet’s final moments.

She found Henry in the
garden behind the Empathy Collective talking to the two Empaths he had
recruited to the team.

“This is my sister,
Valerie, I was telling you about,” Henry said. “Valerie, this is Elle and Will.
They’re twins, like us.”