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the powers together, woven as one, creating a spell I’ve never seen before or heard of. Without the stress of that moment, it would have taken years for them to discover they could do it.”
    “And if they failed? Their blood, their innocent blood would be on your hands,” Baylan said jabbing a finger at Malek.
    “None are innocent. You should be thanking me. Champions, warlords, and high wizards have fallen to the Ripper’s blades, but yours have survived.” His face grew dark and tense, cruelty knitting in his brows. “These Breden children are just so very special to you, aren’t they? They’re powerful, too powerful to need my help,” he said, sneering.
    Baylan turned away and covered his mouth. “Are you sure? Are you serious? I should thank you?” He took a deep breath and let it out, shaking his head. “You’ve been traversing a black path Malek, I can see it in your eyes. The Tower will know of this.”
    Malek stood, pushing back the hood of his robe. “The Tower!” he laughed. “Do they not already keep a watchful eye upon my affairs?” He narrowed his eyes. “I know why you still visit me, friend. Do not deny that you are a puppet under the Tower’s control, a slave to their beck and call.”
    “You know nothing,” Baylan said licking his lips and leaning back against the wall. “There is a plague in the Tower, rotting it from within, a hidden pestilence that drives us apart. It makes us quarrel like children, but that is for another day.”
    “Typical Tower squabbling, and Jean still wonders why I don’t join their ranks,” Malek said.
    “Power needs to be checked by power,” Baylan said, pushing a hand through his hair.
    “Ah! You’re here to check on me? Is that it? The Breden boy was merely a ruse?”
    “No, of course not —”
    Baylan stopped at the clanging of sabatons against stone carried up the tower’s stairs. Malek and Baylan stood, Baylan tilting his head and Malek with arms crossed. Baylan moved to the dining chamber’s door and saw the tip of a spear with red feathers bobbing up the stairs, followed by the Midgaard Falcon soldier holding it.
    “Mr. Malek, ah, wizard sir?” the man huffed, catching his breath.
    “Yes.” Malek nodded to the solider in shining armor.
    “Pardon my interruption sir, I apologize for —”
    “Out with it soldier,” Malek said with a sharp gesture of his hand.
    “It’s the King, sir. There’s been an attack on King Ezra! The Black Guard were able to kill the assassin seconds before it would’ve been too late. I saw it with my own eyes, a terrible thing,” the soldier said, leaning on his polearm. “The King sent me to fetch you, you are to come at once.”
    “We must go,” Malek said, nodding to Baylan. “What’s your name, boy?”
    “Carver, sir.”
    “Carver, take a rest now. Give us a few minutes and we’ll be on our way.”
    Walter emerged from a room opposite the dining chamber, rubbing his eyes and standing shirtless. “What’s all the commotion about?” he asked groggily. Nyset and Grimbald followed behind him. Grimbald’s shoulder was wrapped in white cloth with a hint of blood seeping through. Nyset’s face was pale and her eyes appeared sunken.
    “How long have we slept?” Grimbald said, yawning. Wiggles trotted from the room and dropped into a low front leg stretch and then shook from head to wiry tail.
    “Just over six hours,” Baylan said. “Come with us, there’s trouble in the King’s palace.”
    Walter turned, peering through a small window and looked to the palace beyond the lattice of residential buildings. The sun was starting to set and the last of the day’s rays were bathing the rooftops below in pink. Nyset crossed her arms and visibly shivered in her shift, turning back into their bed chambers.
    “Alright, let’s get dressed then,” Walter said.
    “This is exciting! I’ve never been to the palace,” Grimbald said, grinning. “I woke up with the perfect name for my axe: