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pure white orbs that signified Cassandra’s willing sacrifice when she gave up her vision to gain the Order’s mystical second sight.
    I was showing you what could have been,
Rexol insisted.
What should have been if you hadn’t been stolen away from me.
    “Is this how you’re going to try to control me now?” she demanded. “Through my dreams?”
    Rexol didn’t reply, and a second later there was a knock at the door. With her awareness, Cassandra clearly saw Methodis on the other side, waiting patiently for her to respond. In one hand he held a cup filled with a thick, cloudy liquid. Tucked under his opposite arm was a roll of cloth similar to the bandages binding the splints on her legs.
    “Come in,” she called out.
    “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Methodis said as he opened the door and stepped into the room. “But I heard you talking, so I deduced you were awake.”
    He didn’t bother asking her who she was talking to, despite there being no one else in the room.
    Have I been speaking to Rexol often?
she wondered. Though she felt clearheaded now, much of the last few days was still hazy. It was possible he’d heard her carry on her one-sided conversations many times.
He must think I’m mad. Or fevered from my injuries.
    Out loud she asked, “How long have I been here?”
    “Nine days have passed since I found you in what was left of the jail,” the healer replied as he crossed the room and set the cup down on the table beside her bed, just a few inches from the cloth sack containing the Crown.
    He has a limp,
Rexol pointed out, sounding almost jealous.
Faint, but noticeable. An old injury that never properly healed.
    If he’s hiding that,
the wizard pressed,
what else is he keeping from you? What other deceptions will he try?
    Cassandra recognized his paranoid ramblings for what they were and didn’t acknowledge them.
    The healer took a seat on the edge of her bed and set the bandages down beside him, being careful not to jostle or disturb his patient any more than was absolutely necessary.
    “I can’t believe I’ve been here nine days already,” Cassandra remarked. Based on what she remembered, she would have guessed three or four at most.
    “I gave you something to help dull the pain,” Methodis explained, pointing at the mug of opaque liquid on the little table. “You spent much of that time asleep.”
    “You kept me here the entire time? Looked after me?”
    He nodded.
    “Does anyone else know I’m here?”
    “Perhaps,” he answered, “but not because of anything I have done. I took you from the jail wrapped in a sheet. I did the same with the remains of the guards. The people in the neighborhood think there were no survivors.
    “But if the Order is looking for you,” he continued, “you would know better than I if they could track you here.”
    The Order aren’t the only ones looking for you,
Rexol reminded her.
    Though she didn’t bother to answer, she knew it was true. The Crawling Twins weren’t the only Minions of the Slayer that had crossed over to the mortal realm. The shadowy huntress that had stalked her through the Frozen East could still be looking for her. There might even be others.
    “It isn’t safe for me to stay,” she said, struggling to rise despite the splints on her legs.
    Methodis stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.
    “You are in no condition to go anywhere,” he reminded her, nodding in the direction of her splints. “You need to lie still.”
    I will keep you hidden,
Rexol assured her.
I’ve used the Crown to set up a maze of false trails throughout the city. If you let me, I can show you how to do the same.
    The trails didn’t fool the Crawling Twins,
Cassandra reminded him.
Sooner or later, one of the other Minions will come searching for me.
    I can teach you how to use the Crown to destroy them!
Rexol reminded her.
    “I’d like to check the injuries to your legs,” Methodis said, breaking the silence of the room left by her inner