Something cold pressed against her back. She leaned into the familiar magic as Kietel’s face blurred, as she felt her own magic fading.
Let go, Maeve.
Mal’s voice said again.
Icy tendrils wrapped around her from behind.
Let go.
His voice said.
But I’ll fall.
She said back.
Cold pressed into her temple.
Let. Go.
She obeyed.
The ground beneath her feet swallowed her fully as she heard Rolf’s mind snap out of existence. Air, sweet air, flooded her lungs with a shrill scream as she plummeted into nothing, falling endlessly through darkness.
Chapter 16
Maeve sucked in a tight gasp as she was slammed back to the Headmasters Office. Her breathing was sharp, in and out, in an out. With a death grip on the arms of the chair, she forced her breathing to even as her vision refocused.
She felt the floor beneath her feet. The fabric of the chair beneath her legs. She was out.
So many things occurred to her at once. One, Rowan had tricked her. Two, the war was about to turn ugly. Three, the human leader of the Germans was dead.
And four, her father should know.
Then. . . Five. . . The worst realization of all. They had purposefully not included him tonight.
She felt ill. No one had ever felt her presence in a mind before besides Mal. And that’s because she was in his mind. She wasn’t in Kietel’s mind.
But he grabbed her like he saw her, like he felt her. She felt him. Her hand moved to her throat, where his hand had felt so real only a moment ago.
No matter how she strained her vision remained completely blurred.
“He’s dead,” said Maeve with a shake in her voice.
“Who is?” The voice was familiar.
It was Orator Moon.
Goosebumps scattered her arms and legs. Sweat pooled at the back of her neck and under her knees.
“Kietel was there,” she said.
“Who is dead Maeve?” Came his voice again.
“The human leader. Hitler. Kietel was there. He-he. . .” Her voice broke as she said, “does my father know about this?” She was aware of the fear that dripped from her voice. “I need to talk to him.”
“I’m here, Maeve.”
His voice was warm, filled with a strength that was unmatched in terms of comfort. Her vision shifted to her left. A blurred Ambrose stood a reach away.
