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Valek asked Lewin.
    “Yes, sir. Two men and one lady.”
    Valek tightened his grip on Onyx’s reins. “Did you see their faces?”
    “Yes, sir.” Lewin described the thieves.
    Janco cursed under his breath.
    “Anything else?” Valek asked, almost hoping the answer was no.
    Lewin scuffed his boot in the dirt. “Yeah. Their uniforms. They wo...wore the Commander’s colors.”
    The information rendered Janco speechless. However, Valek knew Janco would say holy snow cats . If Valek considered the bright side, at least they knew where Owen, Rika and Tyen were. Too bad they were in Ixia and appeared to be heading toward the Commander.

6
    LEIF
    “N ope, haven’t seen anything like that before. Good day.” The glassmaker hustled Leif from his shop, closing the door right behind him.
    At least he didn’t slam it , Leif thought. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Between the heat pumping from the glass factory’s brick walls and the unseasonably hot afternoon sun, his tunic was soaked. Leif returned the small square of glass with the miniature holes to his pack. He’d cut a couple of pieces from the glass house’s ceiling for him and Devlen to take along and show to the glassmakers.
    He scanned the street. A few people walked along the row of factories and businesses in Whitestone’s small downtown. Over the past nine days they’d been checking with every glass factory and workshop in ever-widening arcs from Owen’s farmhouse. They hadn’t been back there in the past four days, and Leif planned to return after this stop. There hadn’t been any messages from Yelena, and that worried him.
    Whitestone was located two days southeast and about a half day from the border with the Cloud Mist’s lands.
    Devlen rounded the corner. Hard to miss the tall Sandseed among the paler Moons.
    “Any luck?” Leif asked when his brother-in-law drew closer.
    “No. You?”
    “Think I’ve found something.”
    “Oh?”
    “Guy in there showed me the door faster than I could eat a slice of apple pie.”
    “That is an impressive amount of speed,” Devlen agreed.
    “And he smelled like black licorice.”
    “Which you do not like.”
    “Not at all.” He’d always hated it. The candy tasted of fear and deceit.
    “Shall we go talk to him again?” Devlen asked.
    “Thought you’d never ask.”
    They entered the thick air. Five kilns roared, masking the sounds of the glassworkers who sat at benches and shaped the molten slugs of glass gathered onto the end of their pontil irons. Assistants scurried, fetching tools, cracking off pieces and filling the annealing ovens to cool the piping-hot glass slowly. The open windows did nothing to dispel the force of the heat.
    The older man Leif had spoken with earlier directed the traffic, but once he spotted them he hustled over with a scowl. The spicy scent of red pepper burned the inside of Leif’s nostrils. Anger had replaced the man’s fear.
    “Get out,” he shooed. “I’ve no time for your nonsense. I’ve orders to fill.”
    “This will not take long.” Devlen projected his voice through the noise. “Your office.” When the man hesitated, he leaned closer and said, “Now.”
    The man bolted for an open door to the left. Nice. And it’d been the reason Leif waited for Devlen before confronting the lying glassmaker. They followed close behind. Leif shut the door on the din.
    The neat and utilitarian office lacked personality. No pictures hung on the walls. No decorative glass lined the shelves.
    Devlen laid his square sample on the desk.
    The glassmaker jabbed a finger at it. “I’ve told you—”
    “Look again,” Leif said. “Closer this time.”
    The man huffed with annoyance and picked it up, pretending to inspect the piece. A fog of black licorice almost gagged Leif. The man was terrified.
    “The person who ordered those panels is no longer a threat,” Leif said in his most soothing tone, letting his magic mix with the words. “We’ve