A Hunt of Shadows (A Trial of Sorcerers Book 2) by Elise Kova

Author:Elise Kova [Kova, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781949694321
Publisher: Silver Wing Press
Published: 2022-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

20

Eira sat up in her room long after everyone else had gone to bed. She’d told Alyss she’d join her if she couldn’t sleep, or was plagued by nightmares. But sleep was still far from her.

Ducot would come to her tonight, she was certain of it. The Court of Shadows would want to see her sooner rather than later, and it had already been a day and then some since her return. But while she waited, she stared out the window, perched on the edge of her bed, and looked past the glass and back to the events of the day. She saw the men as they burned; their screams filled her ears. Yet, within her chest was the void of the pit. The darkness that had encapsulated that night with Marcus, hardened by the Pillars into something so unfeeling that Eira was certain a corner of her had broken beyond repair.

Whenever she needed to, she could retreat there. She had turned the solitude and darkness into her weapon. If necessary it could numb and harden her more than ice could ever hope to do. It could hone her magic and make her powers sharper than any blade they could ever wield against her.

Holding up her hand, Eira envisioned her magic pooling in her palm. It tipped back and forth as she twisted her wrist—a little ocean of her own making. Yes, magic had been different since the pit. She’d tapped into something there that the Pillars hadn’t been intending for her to find.

Or…maybe they had. Ferro had thought she could take powers away and that was part of what made her useful to him.

“Steal magic,” Eira murmured, and reached under her bed, relieved to find the journals just as she’d left them. She knew she had seen something jotted down about closing a sorcerer’s channel. “Here it is. Closing a sorcerer’s channel…” Eira skimmed the page, beginning to learn magic her uncles would’ve never taught.

A soft scratching finally broke her from her reading. Eira was faced with a familiar mole when she opened the door. Ducot barely glanced at her before dashing off, disappearing behind the mantle. Eira moved silently through the moonlit room. She waved a hand, summoned an illusion around her, released the latch, and stepped into the hidden passage.

They made their way between the walls. Eira pushed her magic through her feet, using her ice to help guide the way so she didn’t trip and fall. When they had finally descended underneath the manor, a pulse of magic surrounded the mole and Ducot—the man—stood before her.

He rounded on her. Eira jumped back, startled. His face was twisted in anger; his scars accented by the pale light of the glowing dots on his forehead. He gripped her collar, yanking her toward him.

“You lying little Dark Isle dweller. It’s because of people like you that those of us on Meru are skeptical if you even know how to keep your word,” he snarled.

Eira pursed her lips. He clearly had more to say.

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