Tsal-mawet.
I had to be in the castle then.
But these rooms weren’t my father’s or Ronen’s, so whose were they?
I shifted my attention to the desk, finding a paper titledUnmaking Ceremony.
The words glistened like they’d just been inked. A quill rested atop the paper, partially covering a marking with familiar looping details.
Excitement zipped through me, tugging at my lips.
I picked up the quill, and there it was—the rune on my father’s neck.
“Princess!”
I snapped my head up to Cato.
His face was flushed from his neck all the way to his bald head. His eyes were pupil-less, swallowed by darkness and starry specks.
He threw up a hand. “Leave!”
Somehow I was ripped from my dream-walk and shoved back into the present moment.
I blinked around the library, then shot up from my chair.
I gathered my notes, a couple books, and luscelered back to my rooms before Cato came storming out of his sunshine-yellow hidey-hole.
What the hell was the Unmaking Ceremony?
And why did Cato want to hide it from me?
I shut my bedroom door and paced in front of my fireplace.
Cato was selective about the information he gave me—that wasn’t anything new.
But to react like he did? I’d never seen him so furious.
I needed to read the rest of that paper.
But how?
Dream-walking wouldn’t work, not now that he knew.
An idea eventually came to mind, one that was idiotic but potentially the only way I’d get the information.
And if they were the answer to opening the gates, I didn’t care. I’d do it.
I slumped onto my bed, exhausted and knowing I had one more dream-walk to do.
Last time, asking where Melanie was hadn’t proved useful. But that had been the wrong question. Or the wrong question at the wrong time.
Somnivado opened me to the dream realm and to anyone who dreamed.
The question I asked before dream-walking allowed me to direct my subconscious to the best dream that’d answer my question.
AskingWhere is Melanie?hadn’t helped because the question had been too specific.
What I needed to ask was:How can I findMelanie?
