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him.
    All his life, he’d never doubted that keeping Glorianna safe from the wizards was worth the things he didn’t dare want for himself—like a real lover or having a piece of his life that wasn’t defined by what his sister needed. Lately, he’d begun to wonder if anything he’d done had ever mattered. Did anyone in his family realize how frightened he’d been during those years at the Bridges’ School? The instructors had watched him, always ready to report him to the wizards if he manifested some oddity in the power that allowed Bridges to connect pieces of Ephemera. They had watched for any sign that he might be in contact with his sister.
    Even after he left the school, he had to report back a couple of times each season to list the bridges he’d created or broken or reinforced. He reported the bridges in his mother Nadia’s landscapes and those he’d made in other Landscapers’ pieces of the world, but he never admitted to traveling in any of Glorianna’s landscapes.
    Nine years of being friends and partners as well as siblings. Nine years of being the person she trusted with the landscapes in her care as well as being one of the few people who knew how to find her. Then Michael, a Magician from a country called Elandar, walked into her life and everything changed.
    Why have a brother for company when she could have a lover?
    You’re jealous because you have to share?
Sebastian had said, sounding pissed off and appalled.
Grow up, Lee.
    Easy enough for Sebastian to say. He hadn’t been in the thick of it day after day. He’d been the Den of Iniquity’s premier bad boy, an incubus who could pick up lovers just by strutting down the Den’s streets.
    Lee sighed as he reached the bridge he wanted to check. That wasn’t afair assessment of Sebastian or the incubus’s life. “I wasn’t pissed off because I have to share,” he muttered. “I
want
Glorianna to be happy. I just—”
    The bridge in front of him blurred. Light, dark, and in between. One moment it was a stationary bridge that linked two of his mother’s landscapes, and the next it was resonating wildly in a way he’d never felt before—as if something were grabbing blindly in a desperate attempt to find a handhold anywhere.
    Then the blurring stopped and the bridge was back to being a stationary bridge.
    “Guardians and Guides,” Lee whispered, feeling as if he’d been spun around and shaken. He’d felt something like this only once before, when Michael’s sister, Caitlin Marie, had yearned for someone who could understand her. That yearning had resonated through the currents of power so strongly, he had been able to follow the resonance and find her. But Caitlin had been a single resonance. This almost felt like three that were entwined somehow.
    What—or who—was he supposed to find this time?
    Currents of power swirled around him once, twice, thrice.
    When the ground felt steady again, Lee turned away from the bridge and reached for one of the trees that bordered the path to the center of his little island.
    No bark under his hand.
    Alarmed, he took another step. Then another.
Where…?
    Exerting his will, he resonated with the island—and finally felt it on the other side of the road, a dozen paces from where he stood.
    Sweating now, he hurried to the island and stepped up onto ground not too dissimilar from the land he’d just left. Getting a firm grip on the tree in case he became dizzy, he closed his eyes and thought,
Sanctuary. Take me to Sanctuary.
    He heard water. When he opened his eyes, he saw the stream and the stepping stones that led from the island to the bank. He saw the guesthouse where he had a room that was always ready for him—a courtesy, since Sanctuary was one of Glorianna’s landscapes.
    Picking up his daypack and his large travel pack, Lee stepped off theisland, crossed the stones, and headed for the guesthouse. He slipped up to his room quietly, glad he’d avoided Michael’s aunt Brighid as well as