“I’m going to lock her up,” Roran grumbled.
“I need to find where the magic is coming from.”
“Not. Without. Permission,” Rilen rumbled.
Roran leaned down and hauled me to my feet. “Kimber. The magic has to wait.”
“Do King Belshazzar and Queen Gwynnore even know why we’re here?!”
Rilen took a deep breath.
Roran stepped right into my space, close to my face. “Stop. Whining. Like a baby!”
The anger rolled off him, off all of them, and I staggered back away from the four men standing there watching me. My back hit a door just off the corridor.
A door I would have smashed into if Phoenix hadn’t knocked me off my feet. That didn’t make sense, though. That was where the magic had been leading me.
Turning, I ran my hands over the wood of the door. “This is it.”
“Oh, good. You would have nailed it with your face,” Rilen said.
“Why would it lead me to a door and let me slam into it without warning?”
“Because you haven’t adapted to the magic of this world,” Crow spat. “You’re not trained. Not here.”
“Reason number three-eighty-two why you should have just listened to us.” Roran stared at me and crossed his arms.
“Can we open these?”
“Kimber! For the love of all that’s holy!” Rilen yelled. “Humble yourself and get permission tomorrow from Lord Cato!”
“He isn’t going to let me in! I need to go in here!”
Phoenix grabbed my arm again and pulled me away. “You’re officially confined to quarters.”
“You can’t do this!”
“Just did.”
“No!” I jerked away from him. The magic wanted me inside that room.
Phoenix wasn’t expecting me to jerk quite as hard as I did. My arm slipped out of his grip, and I slammed back against the doors.
There was abang, acrack, then acrash. I looked up and watched the ceiling tilt as the doors dropped back, and I fell backward with the doors as they crashed to the floor
The impact was awful. I was going to be a mass of bruises and sore for days. When the dust settled, I opened my eyes and coughed a few times from the lingering dirt.
The room was a massive library.
