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hallway. “There are mage lights in sconces,” he whispers. “And you were

right.” He withdraws into the safety of the stairwell. “There’s only one
guard stationed at the door.”

“Was there any light under the door?” I ask quietly. My heart sounds like

it’s loud enough for the whole college to hear, even the infantry cadets
sleeping hundreds of feet below us.

“No.” He turns to Quinn. “The guard looks about six feet tall, but he

seems pretty athletic. The other stairwell is down the hallway to the left,
which means you’ll have to get his attention and then book it.”

Quinn nods. “No problem.”

“Everyone else know what they’re doing?” I ask.
There are eight nods.

“Then let’s do this. Quinn, you’re up. Everyone else, circle back down so
he can’t see us if he looks this way.” I can’t believe we’re actually about to

do this. If she catches us, there won’t be any mercy. It’s not in her nature.

We retreat, and Quinn charges up the stairs. Her voice is muffled by the
stone walls, but we hear the guard’s pounding footsteps clear as day as he

charges past the stairway.
“Get back here! You can’t be here!”

“Now!” Imogen orders.

We launch, leaving Rhiannon and Emery in the stairwell as we fly into
the hallway. Sawyer rushes toward the opposite staircase, throwing the door

shut and twisting the metal joints with his powers as we bolt down the hall.

I’ve never run this fast in my life, and Nadine is already at the door,
trying to unweave whatever wards my mother has used.

Liam steps into the spot where the guard stood and lifts his chin in the air,

taking the same posture. “Are you all right?”
“Yep,” I answer, my chest heaving as Imogen steps in to help Nadine.

Nadine’s signet is the ability to unweave wards, which I never thought
would come in this handy. Riders are always out there building the wards,