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“Henrietta?” Keith’s voice was soft as a whisper, and I thanked my Perception that I could hear him at all.
“Yes, my love?” Henrietta also spoke quietly in response.
“Julia is missing.”
CHAPTER 24
The Void Mage
Julian
Julian looked up from the west wing garden. He was standing at the fountain below his window and absently playing with his locket.
There were guardseverywhere.
He’d searched the west wing. Twice. And the gardens, the stables, and the path around the wall leadingbackto the gardens. He wasn’t expecting to find anything, and so far, he hadn’t.
“John,” he said, and the man formed out of Julian’s shadow.
“Yes, Your Grace?”
“How is the search?”
John reported, “Visha is making everyone do a second pass through the dungeons, Tully is flirting with a maid behind the stables, Jeffry is with the kitchen staff reading over order forms so he can track if someone requests food from an unregistered suite. And Pram is outside the palace walls asking if anyone has spotted something suspicious.”
“Good, and yourself?”
“I have tried four different [Tracking] perks on items I liberated from Julia’s room. Nothing has worked so far,” he said calmly..
Julian didn’t mind the theft. “So itwasa kidnapping.”
“Unless your sister leveled up since last we met.”
Julian grabbed one of the shirts. “Tell Mother that I’m moving my search to the city.”
John vanished as Julian leapt over the palace wall and found himself walking down the same streets he’d frequented the night before. His [Tracking] might not be as powerful as John’s, but he could still try. He would comb the entire city thrice over by morning if he had to.His little sister was missing.
Julian resisted the urge to punch something and tried [Tracking] in the market.
Nothing.
The only thing keeping hold of his barely contained frustration was the fact the lists they’d confiscated all unanimously stated the same thing: No permadeath.
He moved on from the marketplace to the north end of the city, [Tracking] every three blocks. The alarms hadn’t sounded, but he could see palace knights searching with the city guard. The extra security wasn’t given a second look by the citizens due to Madame Potts’s warnings.
What he wouldn’t give for a Potts’s Cast right now.
“Your Grace.” One of the palace knights ran up to him. “We have news.”
“Report,” Julian ordered, a shred of hope filling his voice.
“Her Grace teleported to the Mercenary Guild in Servalt,” the knight told him. “She found three people who had worked for Blackfog in the past and brought them back for questioning.”
“Where are they?”
“In the main parlor, Your Grace.”
Julian raised an eyebrow. “Not the prison interrogation rooms?”
