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“Hmph,” Daemon muttered.
He tried nudging the dragonfly.
It remained where it was.
He tried talking to it, as if it could understand what he wanted.
Nothing.
Then, as Daemon was about to give up, the dragonfly seemed to wake up from its daze. Perhaps it had still been groggy from the icebox. It bolted into the air, circled the communications office twice, and zipped out a hole in the window.
Daemon exhaled and collapsed back in his chair.
He let himself rest for all of two minutes.
And then he launched himself into the other part of his self-appointed mission—he had to get through to Sora.
Hey-o, he called out through their bond. She wouldn’t beable to hear his words, of course, just feel his presence and his emotion, but sometimes he spoke to her to help convey his feelings.
But as before, his greeting seemed to ricochet off something and smack back into him. He actually ducked, as if the rejected “hey-o” could hurt him.
Undeterred, he tried again.Sora?
Her name boomeranged back.
The silence in their bond ached. Daemon’s and Sora’s minds had been interwoven, their partnership omnipresent, for eleven years. When they were children, they used to do everything together—eat together, spar together, study spells together. For things they couldn’t do together, like sleep, they’d stay connected to each other until the last moment, sending soothing thoughts through their bond until they were drowsy enough to fall asleep.
He took the pain of not having Sora and drilled that into their connection, shoving it like a battering ram. It would not be a nice emotion for Sora to receive, but that was the point. Maybe he needed something intense—like his terror when Sora was hypnotized by Prince Gin at Kaede City—in order to smash his will through their connection.
There was resistance, stubborn and solid like the Citadel’s fortress walls.
He drilled his anguish into their gemina bond over and over again. The battering ram kept smashing against Sora’s ramparts. Daemon broke out into a sweat. At one point, he felt a slight give, like he’d made a dent in the blockade, but then there was no more progress after that.
Daemon fell back against the chair again, utterly drained.
The dragonflies flitted in front of him, as if concerned.
He waved at them, shaking his head. “Thank you, but this is on me alone.”
Maybe he couldn’t get to Sora without better understanding what it was that he’d done in the first place. Or what had triggered it.
Daemon hesitated to think there was something special about him. Other than the odd origin of being raised by wolves, he had spent his life being decidedlynotspecial. Sora could pick up new spells on the first try. Fairy had a golden touch with botanicals. Broomstick more than played with fire. But Daemon didn’t excel at anything besides physically fighting people to the ground, and honestly, even an ordinary Kichonan could be good at that if he trained hard enough.
There had to be an explanation for his strange ability to resist Prince Gin’s hypnosis.I’m stuck here until I get a dragonfly response from the Citadel,he thought.I should spend some time doing research.He’d seen a small library down one of the halls. Burying himself in stacks of books wouldn’t be as active as trying to reach Sora, but he wasn’t doing any good on that front and needed a break. Besides, good reconnaissance was as much about what one saw as what one understood about those observations.
Daemon pushed back from his chair. Who knows? Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe he’d learn something about his strange magic that would give him a clue about where he’d come from.
Chapter Forty
Aki paused outside the Council Room. The commander had summoned her, and she had come swiftly from Rose Palace. But now that she was here, she stopped.Why am I running to them like I’m one of their warriors?she thought.I’m the empress. It should beIwho summons the Council, not the other way around.
Besides, what had the Society accomplished since the attack on Isle of the Moon? Aki had let them do things their way, but the old system had proven too slow.
She had great respect for the taigas, but now it was time for Aki to take charge.
She pushed her way into the room before the guard could properly announce her.
The councilmembers jumped at her entrance and hastily laid themselves prostrate at her feet.
