Chapter 19
Chapter nineteen
Dominick
“We’re going to Jedan?” Theo asked him as they crossed over the threshold into the slum quarter.
Dominick tried not to bristle at the question and increased his pace toward Sera’s boardinghouse. “Have a problem with Jedan members?” The words came out accusatory. Sera wasn’t even a Jedan member, but she lived here, she cared for these people, and by default, that meant he did too.
Dom turned down her street, passing a group of novices huddled together, throwing dice at the end of an alley. Quietly, the two warlocks snuck into the house.
“I don’t have an issue with them,” Theo said. “I expected you would, though.”
Dominick couldn’t help but raise a brow at Theodore. This was a pleasant surprise. Who knew there was at least one more Daedeth-class member who didn’t hate the lower class?
He pulled Sera’s key from its place and thanked the moons that he didn’t get another sliver. He’d felt like a fool for going to the healers last time. “You said you wanted a place to talk where no one could hear,” Dom said, pushing open the door. “Ask and you shall receive.”
Theo rolled his eyes and stepped inside.
Dom shut the door behind him and crossed the room.
With a sweep of his hands, he made sure the space was soundproof.
Sure, he could have done this in his own apartment, but in this quarter, the presence of a Daedeth member who was stronger than him… was highly unlikely.
“It’s cute,” Theo said. “This is your friend’s house? I didn’t realize she was in Jedan.”
“She’s not.” Dom flopped onto Sera’s bed. “She’s a keeper, but it’s a long story as to why she’s staying here. Anyway, what did you find out?”
Theo let out a breath and pulled a small notebook from the pocket of his robes. “Today alone, there were twenty fatalities.” Dominick straightened. A sour taste coated his tongue. “All Legion. Looks like there have been pocket skirmishes.”
“Do you know where? Who?” Dom was going to be sick. Shadow save him if his brother was harmed. He was still waiting for a reply to his letter. He shouldn’t panic; it could take weeks for the post to reach Colton’s new base, and the battalion was moving, the last he heard.
Theo shook his head. “It would have taken too long. There are specific readers appointed for the Legion. I shouldn’t have even been looking, but they aren’t reporting it to the coven. Have you heard of families receiving death notices?”
“No.” Dom raked his hand through his hair as he stared at Theo, who was obviously as troubled as he felt, judging by the way he was pacing back and forth.
Dominick couldn’t blame him. This was news dangerous enough to get you executed, let alone shunned.
Dominick shivered. “You said Nora’s thread was still strong, though? ”
“It is.”
“Okay. Well, we keep notes. We work on our mind barriers or whatever, and we keep it secret and see what the Council does.” Dominick shrugged. What else could they do? Dominick and Theo had no power, no way to hold the Council responsible for the discrepancy. There had to be a reason.
“You’ve got any place I can keep this safe?” Theo asked, tapping his notebook on Sera’s counter.
Dominick got up from the bed and lifted the mattress. “I know just the place.”