I get back to my room, pop open my laptop, and go straight to YouTube, that reflex of mine that’s as strong as breathing. There aren’t any trending videos of Emil’s captivity. I search his name online, and nothing new pops up beyond the standard praise and hate. I check out the stats on the video where Stanton beat me around. Over two million views since Stanton forced me to upload it early this morning. The comments range: Lore keeping me in their prayers; Silver Star Slayer and his followers claiming this is staged; I apparently shouldn’t have stuck my nose in any of this and left everything to the authorities, as if the enforcers were rushing to save my life; people speculating on where the meet-up was, like it was going to be some opportunity to get photos with Emil; and the last one I read is someone trying to get a bet going on how long it takes for Emil to save my life. How little they know.

The door opens, and Maribelle comes in.

“We messed up trusting that shape-shifter,” she says. “We followed his lead, but we should’ve known better.”

“Emil would trust Luna if she promised to turn over a new leaf. His heart is too good.”

“You’ve got fire in you.” She crosses her arms. “Taking that shot at Luna took a lot of guts. Come train with me so we make sure you don’t miss next time.”

I put down the laptop and rise.

I’m going to be my brother’s hero. No matter what.

Thirty-Three

Infinity-Ender

EMIL

I wake up to find four acolytes aiming wands at me like a firing squad. My wrists are chain

ed above my head, and my arms are sore. This migraine eclipses the one I had after my first casting. I cannot believe I trusted Ness—that two-faced bastard who played to my fears of escaping war. Dude straight seduced me.

I have no idea where I am, but in the silence, I hear the golden-strand hydra’s howls. Another life that’s going to be lost.

Maybe I screwed up this war even more. If I’d never agreed to fight and just hung around Nova minding my own damn business, then Brighton would’ve never found himself doing fieldwork, and I wouldn’t have bothered connecting with someone who has committed crimes for the city’s greatest queenpin. I don’t know what went down after Ness laid me out with that urn, but I hope Brighton and Prudencia and the Spell Walkers are all good. I’m shaking hard thinking about what comes next, but better me than my brother. I suck at saving lives, but sacrifice is heroic too.

The door creaks open, and Luna and Ness enter.

“How far you’ve fallen, my little wonder,” Luna says while twirling the infinity-ender she thinks will extinguish me and my phoenix fire for good. “Keon was a mastermind, the first of many specters. Despite Bautista betraying me because he was enthralled by an even greater traitor, he still managed to establish a movement that has impeded me plenty. But what have you done? All this power and no fire in your heart.”

“Maybe my next life will impress you,” I say.

“You weren’t supposed to be reborn, but it was a valuable lesson for my purposes. When I struck Bautista down with the infinity-ender, it wasn’t somewhere fatal. I didn’t believe it would matter, since all phoenixes die once struck with the blade, even a nick in the belly. Since a specter’s body is still human, he bled out, but I didn’t end his line. Ness has informed me you possess no memories of Keon’s or Bautista’s lives, and I’m positive I at least fractured that ability.”

So it wasn’t because Bautista experimented with all those power-binding and power-expelling potions. Which means that I can die for good if struck by the infinity-ender.

“You serve a purpose,” Luna says. “You’ve shown me the reaches of power that a specter can experience. How lovely it will be to fly with those glorious wings and live on forever.” She holds out the infinity-ender, and Ness clasps the bone handle. “Luckily for you, you’re more valuable to a client of mine alive than you are to me dead, as tempting as it is to snuff out your line once and for all. Still, the weaker you are, the better for everyone.”

Ness approaches me.

The fire bursts across my arms, but I can’t hurl any fire-darts at him. If Luna wants to see impressive, I’ll show her someone who won’t go down without a fight. I fly as high as I can, my neck craned against the ceiling. The chains prevent me from escaping, but I can relax my arms enough to let fire-darts rain down on the room. The acolytes scatter, and I nearly catch Luna, but Ness hops up and slices the exposed skin above my ankle. Scorching pain surges up to my waist, a metallic silver light flashing so brightly through my dark jeans. My wings vanish. I crash onto the foot where my ankle’s been cut and the chain pops my left arm from my shoulder.

“Get up,” Ness says.

“Please kill me,” I say. If he has any mercy, he’ll end me quickly and claim it was an accident. If someone reborn after me manages to carry Keon’s memories, they could be tempted to continue his work, and I want this entire conflict to die with Luna when the Spell Walkers take her down.

“Get up,” Ness repeats.

“I can’t.” My leg is in agony, like it’s being stabbed over and over.

Luna instructs an acolyte to help me, but Ness waves them off. He drops the dagger and roughly picks me up, slamming me against the wall. His eyes are red, and I like to think there’s an apology in his stare, but trusting him is what got me here. He bites his lip, and I brace myself. He cuts across my rib cage, and I scream in his face, crying and spitting as my insides run so hot they feel like they’re melting. He cuts the other side too; twin wounds that burn so fiercely I should black out from the pain, but the pain igniting within every few seconds keeps me awake.

“Marvelous, my pure miracle,” Luna says, taking the bloody dagger out of Ness’s hand. “You’ve made me very proud, as always.”

She instructs the acolytes to bind my feet in chains, even though she doesn’t expect my powers to recover soon.

Within minutes, I’m left alone.