Winged Pursuit (Magical Arts Academy Book 2) by Lucia Ashta

Author:Lucia Ashta [Ashta, Lucia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Awaken to Peace Press
Published: 2018-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

It had been an awfully long day already and we were only just finishing up breakfast. All my clothing had been lost when we’d abandoned the carriage with my trunk on our way over to Acquaine, but it turned out that I fit into Gertrude’s dresses perfectly, and Arianne had already scheduled the seamstress to come take my measurements for a whole new wardrobe today.

They were doing a good job of providing for my needs, despite all the danger and distraction. But I’d never been one to care much about clothing—other than I preferred to be wearing it. I wanted to chase after my brother’s kidnappers—even though I understood why I couldn’t. At the very least I wanted to be learning how to do something substantial to help when—not if—the SMS attacked us again.

All of us who sat at the table, and Sir Lancelot who perched at the windowsill, agreed that this was only the first of many attacks the SMS would have likely planned. Already, it was the second time they’d broken through the estate’s protections, and that made everyone uncomfortable.

“We’ll have to do something to bolster our wards,” Marcelo was saying. “Clearly they’re no longer doing their job.”

“Clearly,” Mordecai said, looking forlorn for a second while he stared at the congealed yolk of his egg.

“Don’t be upset with yourself about it,” Marcelo said. “You can’t predict everything the SMS is going to do.”

“I do blame myself. This never used to happen, but I always had someone to exchange ideas with. Even if he was infuriating at times when he argued with me, between the two of us, we always got where we needed to be.” Mordecai looked up at the man he considered like a son. “I need to get him back. I don’t do well without him.”

I felt as if I shouldn’t be witness to the old wizard’s vulnerability, but then, it’s not like he was hiding it from me. I crossed my fingers in my lap and waited. There was plenty to resolve, and I didn’t want to excuse myself from the table until I received clarity on at least some of it.

“We’ll get him back,” Marcelo promised with vehemence, and none of the rest of us at the table, not me or Brave, needed clarification of who him was. Mordecai was aching for Albacus as I was for Nando.

Marcelo held Mordecai’s gaze until the old wizard’s moroseness was replaced with resolve. “We’ll get him back,” he repeated.

Marcelo nodded, dark hair sliding into his eyes. “Absolutely. But in the meantime, we need to better protect this place.”

“Or move,” Brave said from next to his uncle. “Shouldn’t we consider moving the school someplace else?”

“Perhaps we should. What do you think, Mordecai? We could go to Irele or Bundry.”

“Or Washur.”

“No,” Marcelo said. “That’s not an option.”

“Well, I didn’t really think it was a good one. If I never go back there again in my lifetime, that will be fine by me.”

“Exactly. So, what do you think, Mordecai? Shall we move the school while we only have one student?”

“Two students,” I said.

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