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Dark schemes unfold and Sophie’s loyalty is pushed to the limit in this thrilling fifth book in the Keeper of the Lost Cities series.
Sophie Foster is back in the Lost Cities—but the Lost Cities have changed. The threat of war hangs heavy over her glittering world, and the Neverseen are wreaking havoc.
The lines between friend and enemy have blurred, and Sophie is unsure whom to trust. But when she’s warned that the people she loves most will be the next victims, she knows she has to act.
A mysterious symbol could be the key—if only she knew how to translate it. Every new clue seems to lead deeper into her world’s underbelly and the Black Swan aren’t the only ones who have plans. The Neverseen have their own Initiative, and if Sophie doesn’t stop it, they might finally have the ultimate means to control her.
Shannon Messenger
Shannon Messenger graduated from the USC School of Cinematic Arts, where she learned—among other things—that she liked watching movies much better than making them. She studied art, screenwriting, and television production but realized her real passion was writing for kids and teens. She’s the internationally, New York Times, and USA TODAY bestselling author of the award-winning middle grade series Keeper of the Lost Cities, as well as the Sky Fall young adult series. Her books have been featured on multiple state reading lists, published in numerous countries, and translated into many languages. She lives in Southern California with her family and an embarrassing number of cats. Find her online at ShannonMessenger.com and @SW_Messenger on Instagram, X, and Facebook.
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Lodestar - Shannon Messenger
PREFACE
THIS IS WHAT they want.
The words tumbled through Sophie’s mind as she raced up the spiral staircase, counting her steps, trying to guess which door to take.
The first handle she tried was locked.
Another opened into darkness.
A third revealed a path that glowed with eerie blue balefire sconces.
The floor shook as she hesitated and threads of dust slipped through the ceiling, scratching her throat and making it hurt to breathe.
She followed the flames.
Back and forth the halls snaked—a careful maze, designed to deceive. Swallow. Separate.
The tremors grew with every step, the shifting subtle but unmistakable.
And too far away.
No one else would feel the ripples swelling, like waves gathering speed.
They were too focused on their celebration.
Too caught up in their imagined victory.
Too trusting.
Too blind.
Too late.
The ground rattled harder, the first fissures crackling the stones.
This is what they want.
ONE
THIS IS A security nightmare!" Sandor grumbled, keeping his huge gray hand poised over his enormous black sword.
His squeaky voice reminded Sophie more of a talking mouse than a deadly bodyguard.
Several prodigies raced past, and Sandor pulled Sophie closer as the giggling group jumped to pop the candy-filled bubbles floating near the shimmering crystal trees. All around them, kids were running through the confetti-covered atrium in their amber-gold Level Three uniforms, capes flying as they caught snacks and bottles of lushberry juice and stuffed tinsel-wrapped gifts into the long white thinking caps dangling from everyone’s lockers.
The Midterms Celebration was a Foxfire Academy tradition—hardly the impending doom Sandor was imagining. And yet, Sophie understood his concern.
Every parent roaming the streamer-lined halls.
Every face she didn’t recognize.
Any of them could be a rebel.
A villain.
The enemy.
Sandor watched Sophie tug on her eyelashes—her nervous habit, back in full force. Nothing is going to happen,
he promised, tucking her blond hair behind her ear with a surprisingly gentle touch for a seven-foot-tall goblin warrior.
It definitely helped having Sandor back at her side—especially after almost losing him during the battle on Mount Everest. And Sandor wasn’t the only goblin at Foxfire anymore. Each of the six wings in the main campus building had been assigned its own patrol, with two additional squadrons keeping watch over the sprawling grounds.
The Council had also added security throughout the Lost Cities.
They had to.
The ogres were still threatening war.
And in the three weeks since Sophie and her friends had returned from hiding with the Black Swan, the Neverseen had scorched the main gate of the Sanctuary and broken into the registry in Atlantis.
Sophie could guess what the rebels had hoped to gain from the elves’ secret animal preserve—they obviously didn’t know that she’d convinced the Council to set the precious alicorns free. But the registry attack remained a mystery. The Councillors kept careful records on every elf ever born, and no one would tell her if any files had been altered or stolen.
A bubble popped on Sophie’s head, and Sandor caught the box of Prattles that had been hovering inside.
If you’re going to eat these, I should check them first,
he told her.
Sandor’s wide, flat nose scented no toxins in the nutty candy, but he insisted on examining the pin before handing them over. Every box of Prattles came with a special collectible inside, and in the past, the Black Swan had used them to send Sophie messages.
He fished out the tiny velvet pouch and Sophie caught herself clutching her allergy remedy necklace. She still kept the silver moonlark pin that Calla had given her attached to the cord—a reminder of the friend she’d lost, and a symbol of the role she needed to figure out how to play.
Looks like we’re good,
Sandor said, handing her the small boobrie pin—a strange black bird with bright yellow tail feathers. "Can’t imagine that means anything important."
Sophie couldn’t either. Especially since the Black Swan had been annoyingly silent.
No notes. No clues. No answers during their brief meetings.
Apparently they were regrouping.
And it was taking forever.
At least the Council was doing something—setting up goblin patrols and trying to arrange an ogre Peace Summit. The Black Swan should at least be . . .
Actually, Sophie didn’t know what they should be doing.
That was the problem with having her friend join the enemy.
There you are!
a familiar voice said behind her. I was starting to think you’d ditched us.
The deep, crisp accent was instantly recognizable. And yet, the teasing words made Sophie wish she’d turn and find a different boy.
Fitz looked as cute as ever in his red Level Five uniform, but his perfect smile didn’t reach his trademark teal eyes. The recent revelations had been a huge blow for all of her friends, but Fitz had taken it the hardest.
Both his brother and his best friend had run off with the Neverseen.
Alvar’s betrayal had made Fitz wary—made him doubt every memory.
But Keefe’s?
He wouldn’t talk about it—at all.
Not that Sophie had many chances to bring up the subject. Only a handful of people knew the truth. The rest believed the Black Swan’s carefully crafted lie, and thought Keefe was taking time away to mourn his mother’s disappearance. Even the Council had no inkling, and Sophie hoped it would stay that way. The less everyone knew, the easier it would be for Keefe to come home.
If he came home.
You okay?
Fitz asked, making her realize she’d forgotten to say hello. I hope you’re not worrying about your tests. There’s no way you didn’t pass.
I don’t know . . .
Her photographic memory helped—but lately she’d struggled to concentrate during her school sessions. Honestly, though, she’d barely given her midterms a second thought. She wasn’t the same girl she’d been the year before, who thought failing out of Foxfire would be the end of the world. Now she’d been kidnapped, presumed dead, banished from the Lost Cities, and helped stop a plague from killing off the entire gnomish species. She’d even snuck into the ogres’ capital and helped destroy half the city—which happened to be why the Council was struggling to negotiate a new elvin-ogre treaty.
Relax,
Fitz said as her mind spun to nightmares of lumpy-faced ogres tearing through the elves’ glittering streets. We’re supposed to be celebrating.
His cheer sounded forced. But she knew Fitz was trying.
That’s what they did now.
Try.
Wait.
Hope.
Just let me grab my thinking cap,
she told him, heading for her locker. The long floppy hat was required during midterms, designed to restrict Telepaths and preserve the integrity of the tests—not that anything could block Sophie’s enhanced abilities. But after the exams, the hats became present sacks, and everyone filled them with treats and trinkets and treasures.
I’ll need to inspect your presents before you open them,
Sandor warned as he helped Sophie lift her overstuffed hat.
That’s perfect,
Fitz said. While he does that, you can open mine.
He pulled a small box from the pocket of his waist-length cape and handed it to Sophie. The opalescent wrapping paper had flecks of teal glitter dusted across it, and he’d tied it with a silky teal bow, making her wonder if he’d guessed her favorite color.
She really hoped he couldn’t guess why. . . .
Hopefully I did better this year,
Fitz said. Biana claimed the riddler was a total fail.
The riddle-writing pen he’d given her last time had been a disappointment, but . . .
I’m sure I’ll love it,
Sophie promised. Besides. My gift is boring.
Sandor had declared an Atlantis shopping trip to be far too risky, so Sophie had spent the previous day baking her friends’ presents.
She handed Fitz a round silver tin and he popped the lid off immediately.
Ripplefluffs?
he asked, smiling his first real smile in days.
The silver-wrapped treats were what might happen if a brownie and a cupcake had a fudgey, buttery baby, with a candy surprise sunken into the center. Sophie’s adoptive mother, Edaline, had taught her the recipe and helped her invent two flavor combinations.
How did you know that chocolate and mint is my favorite?
Fitz asked, peeling off the silver wrapper and devouring the whole fluff in one bite.
I didn’t,
Sophie admitted. If I had, I wouldn’t have given you any of the butter toffee ones.
Those look amazing too,
he said, then frowned at his present. Aren’t you going to open it?
Shouldn’t I wait until we’re with the others?
Nah. It’ll be better if it’s just the two of us.
Something about the way he said it made her heart switch to flutter mode, even though she knew Fitz didn’t think of her that way. Her mind raced through a dozen theories as she carefully tore the shimmering paper. But she still wasn’t prepared to find . . .
Rings?
They go on your thumbs,
Fitz explained. It’s a Cognate thing.
She wasn’t sure what thumb jewelry had to do with their rare telepathic connection. But she noticed Fitz was wearing an identical set. Each ring had initials stamped into the verdigris metal. SEF on the right—Sophie Elizabeth Foster—and FAV on the left.
Fitzroy Avery Vacker.
Your full name is Fitzroy?
she asked.
Yeah. No idea what my parents were thinking with that one. But watch this. Try opening your thoughts to mine, and then do this.
He held his hands palm-out, waiting for her to do the same.
As soon as she did, the rings turned warm against her skin and snapped their hands together like magnets.
They’re made from ruminel,
Fitz said, which reacts to mental energy. It doesn’t change anything, but it’ll show us when our minds are connected, and I thought it would help us concentrate and . . .
His voice trailed off. You hate them, don’t you?
Of course not!
She liked them a little too much, actually.
She was just trying not to show it.
There were a lot of kids staring at them.
And whispering.
And giggling.
Fitz twisted his palms, breaking the rings’ connection. I guess I should’ve gone with the necklace Biana showed me. You just have so many necklaces—and the last one you got . . .
He didn’t finish the sentence.
It would’ve meant mentioning Keefe.
I’m glad you got me these. Seriously. They’re my fave.
She pointed to the FAV.
That earned her another smile, and Fitz brushed his dark hair off his forehead. Come on, I’m sure Dex and Biana are getting sick of waiting for us.
Where did Grizel go?
Sandor asked as they turned to leave. She’s supposed to stay by your side.
I’m right here,
a husky female voice said as a lithe gray goblin in a fitted black jumpsuit seemed to melt out of the shadows. Fitz’s bodyguard was just as tall as Sandor, but far leaner—and what she lacked in bulk she made up for in stealth and grace.
I swear,
she said, tapping Sandor on the nose. It’s almost too easy to evade you.
Anyone can hide in this chaos,
Sandor huffed. And now is not the time for games!
There’s always time for games.
Grizel tossed her long ponytail in a way that almost seemed . . . Was it flirty?
Sandor must’ve noticed too, because his gray skin tinted pink. He cleared his throat and turned to Sophie. Weren’t we heading to the cafeteria?
She nodded and followed Fitz into the mazelike halls, where the colorful crystal walls shimmered in the afternoon sunlight. The cafeteria was on the second floor of the campus’s five-story glass pyramid, which sat in the center of the courtyard framed by the U-shaped main building.
Sophie spent most of the walk wondering how long it would take Dex to notice her new accessories. The answer was three seconds—and another after that to notice the matching rings on Fitz’s thumbs.
His periwinkle eyes narrowed, but he kept his voice cheerful as he said, I guess we’re all giving rings this year.
Biana held out her hand to show Sophie a ring that looked familiar—probably because Sophie had a less sparkly, slightly more crooked, definitely less pink version on her own finger.
I also made one for you,
Dex told Fitz. It’s in your thinking cap. And I have some for Tam and Linh, whenever we see them again. That way we’ll all have panic switches—and I added stronger trackers, so I can home in on the signal even if you don’t press your stone. Just in case anything weird happens.
Your Technopath tricks aren’t necessary,
Sandor told him, pointing to their group of bodyguards—four goblins in all.
But it’s still good to have a backup plan, right?
Biana asked, admiring her ring from another angle. The pink stone matched the glittery shadow she’d brushed around her teal eyes, as well as the gloss on her heart-shaped lips. Biana reminded Sophie of the dolls her human parents had tried to get her to play with as a kid—too beautiful and stylish to be real.
Thank you again,
Biana told Dex. I’m never taking it off!
Dex’s cheeks turned the same color as his strawberry-blond hair.
Sophie smiled, glad to see Dex and Biana getting along so well—especially after all the years Dex had spent resenting the Vackers. He used to call Fitz Wonderboy
and claimed their legendary family was too snobby and perfect.
Nobody thought that anymore.
In fact, both Fitz’s and Biana’s thinking caps looked emptier than they’d been the previous year. Their parents had decided not to let the Black Swan cover for Alvar’s disappearance like they’d done for Keefe. Alvar had lied for more than a decade and used his position in the nobility to spy on his father and the Council—and helped kidnap Sophie and Dex. He didn’t deserve protection, even if it brought undeserved shame on the family.
Awkward silence settled over their table and Sophie tried not to look at the empty chairs. Not only was Keefe missing, but Jensi had chosen to sit with his old friends. He’d reconnected with them during the months that Sophie and the others had lived with the Black Swan, and he seemed reluctant to come back, like he was worried they’d abandon him again. Marella was avoiding them too—though she also wasn’t at Stina Heks’s table, like Sophie would’ve expected. Marella sat by herself in the farthest corner, while Stina sat with Biana’s former best friend, Maruca.
Stina caught Sophie watching her and didn’t return her smile—but she didn’t offer her usual glare either. Apparently that was as nice as Stina was going to get, now that her dad was working with the Black Swan.
Here,
Dex said, placing a white box into Sophie’s hands. Made this for you—and sorry it’s not wrapped. Rex and Bex used up all the ribbon tying Lex to a chandelier.
Dex’s younger triplet siblings were notorious troublemakers. Sophie had a feeling the loudest shouting on the other end of the cafeteria was coming from them. And she’d expected to open the box and find another Dex-ified gadget. But his gift reminded her that he was also an amazing alchemist.
You made me Panakes perfume?
she asked, shaking the fragile crystal bottle and watching the pinkish-purplish-bluish petals swirl through the shimmering syrup.
She twisted open the top and closed her eyes as she inhaled the rich, sweet fragrance. Instantly she was back in the Havenfield pastures, standing under the swaying branches of Calla’s tree. A Panakes only grew when a gnome willingly surrendered their life and shifted into their final tree form. Calla had made the sacrifice for her people, to let her healing blossoms end the deadly plague the ogres had unleashed.
I’m sure you smell them all the time,
Dex said, but I know how much you miss her. And this way, when you wear the perfume, you’re keeping a small part of her with you everywhere you go.
Sophie’s voice failed her, so she grabbed Dex and hugged him as tight as she could—but she might’ve held on a bit too long. When she let go, Dex was redder than Fitz’s school uniform.
They were saved from the awkwardness by the doors to the cafeteria bursting open.
Despite her earlier calm, Sophie’s palms turned clammy as she searched the flood of parents for Grady and Edaline. She spotted Grady’s tousled blond hair first, and as soon as his bright blue eyes met hers, his chiseled features curved with an enormous smile.
Passed with flying colors,
he and Edaline both shouted as Sophie raced across the room to meet them.
She threw her arms around both her parents. Even linguistics?
That had been her iffyest subject—by far. Being a Polyglot made her naturally understand languages, but after the trick Keefe had pulled, Sophie refused to practice mimicking voices. Plus, her relationship with her Mentor was . . . complicated. Lady Cadence had a special affinity for the ogres, and was not happy with Sophie for helping flood the ogre capital.
That was your lowest score,
Edaline admitted, shaking a piece of her wavy amber-colored hair out of her eyes. But you were still well within passing range.
And your highest score was inflicting,
Grady added. Councillor Bronte said you’ve been incredibly dedicated during your sessions. In fact, he said you’ve now reached his most advanced level of training.
Is that bad?
Sophie asked, not missing his raised eyebrow. She didn’t like inflicting pain—but the ability had saved her life. And training at least gave her something she could do to prepare for the next time she faced off with the Neverseen. I just want to make sure I can defend myself—and I know I have Sandor. But it’s not like he’s invincible. Isn’t it smart to plan for the worst-case scenario?
"It is smart, Grady agreed.
But I also think you and I should talk later. Okay?"
Sophie gave him half a nod. The last thing she wanted was another with great power comes great responsibility
lecture. But she was pretty sure it was unavoidable.
Do you guys want to go?
she asked, knowing her parents weren’t fans of crowds. Before she’d moved in with them, Grady and Edaline had spent sixteen years hiding away, mourning the death of their only daughter. Jolie had been killed in a fire they’d recently discovered was set by her fiancé, Brant—a secret Pyrokinetic, and a leader of the Neverseen.
We’re fine,
Grady promised, squeezing Sophie’s hand. And we can’t leave until Magnate Leto makes his final announcement.
He said the name so easily, without tripping over it the way Sophie tended to. Now that she knew his secret identity, her brain always wanted to call him Mr. Forkle.
Sophie scanned the room to check for her friends and found them smiling and celebrating. Even Alden and Della—Fitz and Biana’s parents—looked happier than she’d seen them in weeks. She was on her way to say hi when the lights dimmed and Magnate Leto’s face projected across the glass walls.
You kids did an excellent job on your midterms!
he said, starting his speech with his two favorite words.
No matter how many times Sophie studied his slicked dark hair and sharp features, she still couldn’t see the bloated, wrinkled face of the Black Swan leader behind them. But she’d watched Mr. Forkle’s ruckleberry disguise fade right before her eyes.
I realize this is usually the point where you’re dismissed for a six-week break,
Magnate Leto continued, but in light of recent events, the Council has elected to do things a bit differently. I won’t go into further details—the Council will be sending out official scrolls after the weekend. But I wanted to mention it now so you’d be prepared. In the meantime, enjoy the rest of the celebration. And remember, change can be a powerful, inspiring thing when we keep an open mind.
Murmurs turned to a roar as his projection flashed away, leaving everyone debating possibilities.
Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?
Grady asked Sophie.
She didn’t—and that made it even more frustrating. After all the debates she’d had with the Black Swan, all her endless pleas for them to include her and trust her, they still insisted on keeping her at arm’s length.
Looks like everyone’s heading home,
Grady said, offering to gather up Sophie’s gifts while she returned her thinking cap to her locker.
The atrium was empty when she arrived—just Sophie and Sandor and a few forgotten candy bubbles. She left her hat on the middle shelf of her locker and was about to walk away when she noticed a white envelope bearing a familiar curved black symbol on the top shelf.
Finally,
she whispered, ripping the thick paper right through the sign of the swan.
Inside she found a short note—and a gift.
She slipped the long necklace around her neck, not bothering to inspect the pendant’s swan-neck shape, or the round piece of glass set in the center. The Black Swan had given her the same monocle when she swore fealty to their order, and she was glad to have a replacement for the one Brant had destroyed.
What does the note say?
Sandor asked, reminding her that she would not be sneaking off for secret assignments without him.
She handed him the paper, which was more direct than the Black Swan’s usual clues:
Principal’s office.
Now.
Come alone.
I don’t like this,
Sandor mumbled.
You never do.
He followed her without further comment as she made her way back to the glass pyramid. Sophie kept her eyes down as she walked, relieved when she reached the apex without running into her friends. If they’d known about the note they would’ve insisted on joining her.
You may come in, Miss Foster,
Magnate Leto’s deep voice called through the heavy door before Sophie could even knock. But I’d like Sandor to keep watch outside. This conversation cannot tolerate eavesdroppers.
Sandor’s sigh sounded like a snarl. "I’ll be right outside—and if you leap away without me, there will be consequences."
Close the door behind you,
Magnate Leto told her as she entered, the words echoing around the glass office.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, turning the triangular room blindingly bright. The sloped glass walls had mirrors set into every other pane, remnants from the days when Councillor Alina—Sophie’s least favorite Councillor—was principal of Foxfire.
I’m glad you came,
Magnate Leto said from the other side of his huge swiveling desk chair. He was turned toward the windows, hidden behind the stiff winged-back cushion. Sorry my note was so hasty. Next time I’ll make sure it rhymes.
The last few words sounded higher pitched, and Sophie was trying to figure out why when the chair slowly spun around to face her.
Instead of the dark-haired elf she’d been expecting, she found a boy dressed all in black, with artfully styled blond hair and an infamous talent for mimicking voices.
Keefe?
she whispered.
He smirked. Did you miss me?
TWO
WHOA, THAT IS an epic wave of emotions you’re hitting me with, Keefe said, fanning the air between them.
It feels like you either want to hug me or strangle me—and personally, I’m rooting for the hug."
He leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms wide open.
You’re really going to joke about this?
Sophie asked, trying to keep her voice low. She didn’t want Sandor bursting in until she’d gotten some answers.
Don’t come any closer,
she warned as Keefe stood to approach her. "I’ve been practicing inflicting. A lot."
One hand moved to her stomach, rubbing the knot of emotions lodged under her ribs. Bronte was teaching her to tie them away, ready to unravel whenever she needed a burst of furious power.
Keefe’s smile faded. "Are you afraid of me?"
You’re the Empath.
The words hung there for several seconds, turning heavier and heavier.
Keefe sank back into his chair. Wow . . . I didn’t expect that.
"What did you expect? You ran off with the Neverseen! You realize those are the people trying to kill me, right? The same people who killed Kenric and Jolie, and almost killed all of the gnomes and—"
"I know, Keefe interrupted.
But you know me, Foster."
I thought I did.
"You do. I’m still the same guy. All I’m trying to do is end this nightmare. If I can figure out what they’re planning—"
Nope,
Sophie jumped in. "Worst idea ever. Playing both sides never works. Sooner or later they’re going to make you commit."
Keefe shifted in his seat. I realize that what I’m doing is risky—
And stupid,
Sophie added. And dangerous. And—
I still have to do it. And it’ll be fine. It’s all about keeping the right balance.
"There’s no balance when it comes to the bad guys, Keefe. They’re bad. It’s that simple."
"You and I both know it’s never simple. In fact, I seem to remember you telling me that the villains are never all bad."
I didn’t say that because I wanted you to join them! I said that’s what makes them so scary!
I know. But . . . I have a plan. I have to stick to it.
His ice-blue eyes met hers, pleading for understanding.
She shook her head. We can beat them together. Team Foster-Keefe, remember?
And how many times will you almost die in the process?
he asked. How many emergency physician visits will there be? And what if Elwin can’t fix you?
"What if Elwin can’t fix you?"
I . . . don’t matter.
And there it was.
Keefe’s guilt.
The most dangerous emotion an elf could feel.
Most were crippled by it. Alden’s sanity had once shattered because of it. But for some people it made them reckless.
It’s not your job to protect me,
she told him.
Maybe not. But if something happens . . .
She waited for him to say the rest—the real reason he felt so responsible. When he didn’t, she said it for him.
I know you blame yourself for what your mom’s done—
This isn’t about her!
But it was.
Sophie knew him too well.
Keefe’s family life had always been miserable, thanks to his stiff, insulting father. But he’d been on a downward spiral ever since he’d discovered that his mom was one of the leaders of the Neverseen. She’d even erased some of his childhood memories and hidden a tracker in his family crest pin so he’d lead the Neverseen straight to his friends. But that was all before the Neverseen left her to die in an ogre prison as punishment for allowing one of her cohorts to be captured.
Keefe kept claiming he didn’t care. But Lady Gisela was still his mom—and he’d joined the Neverseen right after he found out they might be willing to help him rescue her.
Please,
Sophie begged. We can do anything they can do. Just come home—before it’s too late.
It’s already too late.
His voice was the same flat tone he’d used before, when he’d told her I can’t pretend I’m who you want me to be anymore.
So this is about the Lodestar Initiative, then?
she asked.
She’d only heard the mysterious project mentioned twice—once from the Neverseen and once in Keefe’s mind, in a memory his mother had tried to erase. It seemed to be the Neverseen’s grand plan. And Keefe believed he was a part of it.
Keefe stood to pace the small room, keeping a careful space between them.
"What is the Lodestar Initiative? she pressed.
And what other lost memories did you recover? You said there were more."
It doesn’t matter.
Obviously it does.
Keefe tilted his head toward the ceiling, his eyes focused on the highest point. All you need to know is that I’m not like you, okay? The Neverseen aren’t going to give me a choice.
Sophie was part of a project too—the Black Swan’s Project Moonlark. They’d genetically enhanced her abilities and filled her mind with important secrets for reasons they’d still never fully explained. But Mr. Forkle had always made it clear that any further involvement was up to her.
There’s always a choice, Keefe.
"Yeah—I’m going to find a way to end this on my terms. That’s my choice."
Silence swelled between them, and Sophie played with the monocle pendant he’d included with the note. Was this the one that Brant ordered you to brand me with?
Keefe cringed. No. That one’s mine. I stole it back.
What happens when they notice it’s gone?
He shrugged.
She sighed. This is never going to work, Keefe. Brant and Fintan are crazy—but they’re not stupid. Neither is Alvar. One of them is going to figure out what you’re doing, and then who knows how they’ll punish you? Just quit now and we’ll come up with a new plan together.
She offered him her hand.
Keefe stared at it for so long Sophie’s arm muscles began to ache.
That’s it?
she asked when he turned away. You’d rather keep hurting the people who care about you?
I’m helping you!
And hurting us. Do you know what Fitz did when I told him you left?
Keefe ran his hands through his hair, wrecking his careful style. I’m guessing yelling was involved.
That’s what I’d been hoping for. But he didn’t even raise his voice. He just looked away so I wouldn’t see him crying. So did Biana. Even Dex teared up.
Seconds ticked by. Maybe minutes. It felt like forever before Keefe whispered, What about you?
I cried harder than any of them,
she admitted. And then I got angry. You stole Kenric’s cache from me. You mimicked my voice!
The marble-size gadget held seven Forgotten Secrets—information deemed too dangerous for even the Council to know. Each Councillor had their own cache, and Kenric had asked Oralie to entrust Sophie with his when he died. Sophie had vowed to protect the cache with her life, and if she didn’t get it back before the Council discovered it was missing . . .
I also helped you escape,
Keefe reminded her.
Yeah, but you only made me one special bead. So what happens the next time the Neverseen find me? Or Dex? Or Fitz? Or Biana?
I’ll find another way. I’m already working on a few things. And I only rigged one bead because I knew the Neverseen wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice.
I love how you keep talking about them like you’re not one of them now.
"I’m not."
Are you sure?
She pointed to the patch on the sleeves of his long black cloak, the same symbol that kept haunting her nightmares—a white eye set in a circle.
This is just a costume,
Keefe insisted.
"Even if it is, the things you’re doing are real. That cache could destroy everything. And you handed it over like it was no big deal—"
Because it wasn’t! They can’t open it. They’ve had all their Technopaths working on it, and they can’t break through the security.
And when they finally figure it out?
"I’ll steal it back long before that happens. I can handle this, Sophie. It’s my legacy."
What does that mean?
I’m still putting all the pieces together. But I know enough to know I have to do this. And my plan is already working. Every day they’re trusting me a little bit more.
Why is that?
she snapped. What horrible things are they making you do to prove yourself?
Keefe tried to pace again, but she blocked his path. Did you help them break into the registry?
Of course not.
Because they didn’t ask you? Or because you told them ‘no’?
His fidgeting made her wish she didn’t have to ask her next question.
What about the Sanctuary?
The Neverseen had spent months trying to break into the animal preserve to steal Silveny and Greyfell—the only known alicorns, who also happened to be Sophie and Keefe’s friends.
You were there, weren’t you?
she asked when he moved away from her. You helped the Neverseen burn the gate?
All I did was keep watch.
She shook her head. How could you be a part of that?
The Neverseen were willing to risk anything to steal Silveny. They’d even broken one of her wings. All because the elves believed that allowing a creature to go extinct would throw off the delicate balance of the entire planet. Whoever controlled the last two alicorns—and their unborn baby—could blackmail the Council. They’d also prove to the world how little the Council could do to protect something it cherished, and fuel the unrest threatening to boil over.
I knew Silveny and Greyfell weren’t there anymore,
Keefe argued. "That’s the only reason I agreed. And in case you’re wondering, I haven’t told the Neverseen anything."
Yet,
Sophie corrected. Even if you don’t tell them, they can use a Telepath to fish out all of your secrets.
"They don’t have a Telepath right now. Gethen was their only one, and the Council has him locked away—thanks to us. I’m telling you, I’ve thought this through. I just need you to trust me."
She wanted to.
She really did.
She’d even done her best to convince Fitz, Dex, and Biana to not give up on him.
But she could still hear the Neverseen telling Keefe: Surely you’ve realized that switching sides means betraying your friends.
Please,
Keefe begged. I promise, I’m still me. And I can do this.
He took a cautious step toward her.
Then another.
And another.
Until he was right in front of her, his lips curling with the world’s saddest smile.
Back to nervous habits, huh?
he asked as he brushed a fallen eyelash off her cheek.
It’s been a rough few weeks,
she whispered.
Yeah. It really has.
He blew the eyelash away and she wondered if he’d made a wish—until she remembered that elves didn’t have silly superstitions like that.
She probably shouldn’t either, but she went ahead and sent a silent plea into the universe.
You’re not still afraid of me, are you?
he asked. You trust me?
She honestly didn’t know. So she offered him a shaky hand. You tell me.
Keefe’s fingers curled around hers and his brow creased as he closed his eyes.
Thank you,
he whispered, his lips stretching into a glorious smile. I knew I could count on you, Foster.
Don’t make me regret it.
I won’t. That’s why I came here today—I had to find a way to warn you. The Neverseen are planning something big. I don’t know any specifics yet, but I know it involves Grady and Edaline and—whoa, easy there.
He steadied her when her knees wobbled. "It’s going to be okay. See why I’m doing this? I can stop things before they get bad."
Sophie took a slow, deep breath, trying to remind herself that Grady’s ability as a Mesmer gave him an incredible advantage. She’d seen him make all twelve Councillors smack themselves in the face. He’d even made Brant burn off his own hand.
But the Neverseen were ruthless.
And clever.
And always ahead of the game.
Which made her realize . . .
You can’t go back there, Keefe. Today was probably a test. I bet they gave you that information to see if you’d sneak away to warn me. They could be tracking you right now—what?
she asked when she noticed how hard he was biting his lip.
"It’s not a test. They . . . sent me here."
Why would they do that?
Keefe’s eyes returned to the ceiling. Probably because I suggested it. I needed a way to warn you—and they needed me to prove my loyalty. This was the best solution I could come up with.
Cold chills washed through Sophie as he removed two items from his cloak pocket—a flat golden triangle and a blue pendant with a single facet.
This next part is going to be rough,
he whispered. But if you cover your face, I promise you’ll be safe. And just in case . . .
He unfastened his cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders, pulling the hood up over her head. I’ll tell them I lost this in the chaos.
What chaos, Keefe? What are you doing?
I’m helping you. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.
Sophie tried to shout for Sandor, but Keefe covered her mouth with one hand and flung the golden triangle toward the ceiling with the other. One of the points stuck to the center of the apex and the gadget flashed green.
That means we have ten seconds,
Keefe said. Just get down and cover your face—everything is going to be okay. Sandor will be safe. Goblins have super-thick skin—just trust me, okay?
He pulled his hand back, but Sophie was shaking too hard to scream. She dropped to her knees and pulled the hood against her head.
Please don’t hate me,
Keefe begged as he held his blue crystal up to the light to make a path. Tell everyone I’ll be back as soon as I finish this. And remember—I’m on your side.
He glittered away right as the green gadget turned red and a high-pitched squeal blasted from the ceiling, sending a rippling sound wave rushing down the walls.
Shattering all of the glass.
THREE
IT’S NOT AS bad as it seems."
Magnate Leto had said the words a dozen times—and Sophie wanted to believe them. But all she could see were the slivers of glass glinting in his hair.
She was covered in them as well, but they were mostly stuck to Keefe’s thick cloak. She’d been spared any cuts or scratches, just like he’d promised.
The glass pyramid hadn’t been so fortunate. Magnate Leto’s office was in shambles, its walls now empty metal frames. And while the rest of the pyramid had simply crackled and splintered, all of the glass would have to be replaced.
At least no one had been hurt—and the other buildings on campus had been spared. But that didn’t change the fact that the Neverseen had now attacked Foxfire.
And it had been Keefe’s idea.
All twelve Councillors had visited the school to assess the damage, and questioned Sophie thoroughly. Then Magnate Leto had followed her home to get the real story.
The fading twilight glow seeped through Havenfield’s glass walls, painting the elegant white décor of the main room in shades of purple, gray, and blue. Even with the soft shimmer from the twinkling chandeliers, Sophie felt like the whole world had been bruised.
Truly, Miss Foster,
Magnate Leto said as he plopped next to her on the plush sofa. I’ve been meaning to redecorate my office since I took over as principal. I’ve never been a fan of my reflection—especially in this form.
Sophie shook her head. You know this is about more than broken mirrors.
She’s right,
Grady agreed, stalking down the curved staircase in the center of the room with Brielle—his svelte goblin bodyguard with tight curly hair—in tow. This is about That Boy! I know he used to be your friend—
"He is my friend," Sophie corrected.
And he was working with her enemies.
Grady crouched in front of her. Whatever he is or isn’t to you doesn’t change the things he’s doing.
He plucked an especially jagged shard of glass off of her sleeve.
The razor-sharp edges would’ve shredded her skin if Keefe hadn’t given her his cloak.
Then again, she wouldn’t have needed it if he hadn’t blown up the place.
She reached for Grady’s hands. I’m fine. And Keefe did this to warn us.
That doesn’t make destroying Foxfire okay!
No, it didn’t . . .
Technically, he only destroyed my office,
Magnate Leto argued. And my own foolishness is partially to blame. I should’ve suspected something the moment I was called to the Level Five atrium to remove a pair of gremlins from the lockers. Causing havoc has always been one of Mr. Sencen’s specialties. As is breaking into the principal’s office.
You’re seriously going to equate this with one of his pranks?
Grady asked. Like it’s just another Great Gulon Incident?
If the vein in Grady’s forehead hadn’t been so bulgy, Sophie would’ve asked someone to finally share the story of Keefe’s legendary triumph.
It’s all a rather dark shade of gray,
Magnate Leto admitted. But that’s a color all of us are familiar with, aren’t we? Wouldn’t you use it to describe your behavior when you confronted Brant about what he did to your daughter? Or Miss Foster, when you drugged your human family so you could be erased from their lives? And surely the Council would apply it to most of my actions. After all, I helped form an illegal organization. Experimented with the genetics of an innocent child. Secreted her away in the Forbidden Cities to be raised by humans. Erased two of her memories without her permission—
We have a bigger problem,
Sophie interrupted, not needing any more reminders of how weird her life had been. I’m sure Oralie knew I was lying when I said I didn’t see who triggered the sound wave. I was way too emotional to fool an Empath.
Councillor Oralie has always been your loyal supporter,
Magnate Leto assured her.
Okay, but Councillor Alina looked suspicious too—and she hates me. All it takes is one of them to figure out that it was Keefe, and he’ll never be able to come back.
Not necessarily,
Magnate Leto said. Questionable actions can be forgiven when they’re done with good intentions. Think of the Ancient Councillors’ reasons for not warning the gnomes that the ogres possessed the plague. With time, most have come to understand their complicated motivations.
The key word in that sentence was most.
In Keefe’s case there’d be many who’d see a notorious troublemaker graduating to a new level of mayhem. Or worse: a loyal son stepping into the role his mother designed for him.
Sophie sank back into the sofa’s cushions, trying to disappear into the fluff—anything to avoid having to figure out what to do or think or—
I know this is all very overwhelming,
Magnate Leto said. But that’s only because you’re trying to interpret Mr. Sencen’s actions with your head. You have a very good head, Miss Foster. Very logical and clever and strong. But do you know what’s even more powerful?
He pointed to her heart.
Which means what?
Grady asked. "We’re relying on teenage feelings?"
I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss them. Miss Foster understands Mr. Sencen in ways the rest of us simply cannot. I watched them most carefully during their time in Alluveterre. He opened up to her. Leaned on her. Trusted her. So
—his eyes met Sophie’s—what does your heart tell you?
Sophie crossed her arms over her chest, wishing she could reach in and pluck out the answer. Instead, her head kept taking over, flooding her consciousness with memories:
Keefe crying on her shoulder the day she’d had to tell him that his mom