The Heart Forger (The Bone Witch #2)(19)

“It is called a Scrying rune.”

“There is no such thing as a Scrying rune.”

“Do you require a demonstration?” Aenah closed her eyes, and a strange rune flickered across my mind, one I had never seen before.

Fox tensed, ready and watchful.

The Compulsion rune flared brighter as I plunged into her head, commanding her to remain still, to do nothing. And yet I could sense her thoughts drifting where I could not reach.

“There is a guard stationed outside my door named Garveth. His wife is nine months with child and due for labor any day. But he worries his duties at his post prevent him from being with her should her water break.”

Fox left the room before she had even finished her thought.

“He must be a joy to have around,” Aenah said cheerfully. “Aren’t you glad you could spend more time with your brother than fate originally intended?”

I tightened her hold, and her smug grin vanished. “Explain yourself.”

“I imagine it would be a difficult to teach you the Scrying rune in this small cell, all the wards being what they are. Perhaps a small compensation for my assistance—a larger room, perhaps an actual bed—”

“No.”

“You wanted a memory. Why not ask the young Heartforger to extract it now from my mind? He can see for himself that I do not lie.”

I glanced at Khalad, who nodded. “If this is another trick…” I warned.

Khalad laid a finger against the Faceless woman’s heartsglass. His eyes widened, and his hand trembled.

“Don’t be shy,” Aenah cooed. “Do not let my unusual memories color your judgment of me.”

With a violent jerk, Khalad stepped back. Violet-hued smoke clung to his fingers. “I got it,” he said hoarsely.

“Are you all right, Khalad?”

“Yes. It’s just…her mind…”

“I should have warned you,” the Faceless said cheerfully. “I have quite the checkered past.”

“She’s telling the truth.” Khalad placed the purple smoke inside a glass vial. “But scrying is the extent of what she can do.”

Fox returned, scowling. “The guard’s name is Garveth. It’s true, every word she says. Damn her. He swore he never talked to her, much less entered this room.”

“He could be lying,” I insisted.

“I can give you more examples if you wish,” Aenah offered. “The prince was here. I brushed against a royal mind some days ago. He worried that his sheltered upbringing prevents him from ruling Odalia. He wished to see more of the land beyond its borders, to allow him a better understanding of his people. Incidentally, it was in his mind where I first gleaned knowledge of his impending engagement—”

I increased my hold on her, and her eyes rolled back in her head, her body twisting in agony as the grip tightened.

“Tea!” Fox’s arms circled me, shaking me out of my rage. “Tea, stop it!”

I let go. Aenah collapsed. Only the manacles chained to her wrists kept her upright, and those just barely. Her head drooped. I thought she had lost consciousness until she made a soft wheeze.

“I must…congratulate you…Tea. You have only…gotten stronger in…the year since…”

“Whatever possessed you, Tea?” Fox was furious and rightfully so. I didn’t answer, focusing on reining in my anger, aware that I could not lose control of myself like that again.

Aenah lifted her head. A tiny smile hovered on her lips. “Very well. I swear to never enter your beloved prince’s mind again. I swear it on my daughter’s grave. But I have been very forthcoming today. I only have one boon to ask of you in return.”

“No.”

“It’s only a book, Tea, passed down to those like me for centuries. Many have killed for it, yet I give it to you freely and ask you to protect it.”

“And what book is this?”

“A book of hidden runes, Lady Tea. Hidden runes wielded by Dark spellbinders, lost over time—deliberately—by the asha, to prevent Dark witches like us from rising too high. I learned of the Scrying rune there and of many others. Your own elder asha possess a copy.”

“You lie.”

“It’s all about control, my dear Tea. They only teach you the necessary runes to put down daeva and risk your life for their cause. Why would they teach you the very runes that would allow you to rise above them?”

“Then why are you giving this to me?” I asked.

“Because I have not given up on you.” Now recovered, she leaned back against the wall and stretched. “Your anger is promising, my bone witch. We have need of your fury. Once you have decided to take my claims seriously—about the effectiveness of these runes and about your asha elders’ treachery—then come back to me, and I will tell you everything.”

“I need none of your help.”

“Ah, but this knowledge will eat at you. We have shared minds, Tea. I know a little more about you than others do. I know of your hunger for strange books and stranger learnings. I know you worry constantly over Mykaela’s fate, your concern that one day the azi that lodges in your mind might overwhelm you—that your mind will be corrupted and overwhelmed by the darkrot that your elders frighten you with.