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had spoken one of the words of power, though at the time she hadn’t known that. Shayla had little control over her magic; it was instinctive. The portal had been opened, and they had awoken in a strange land. And everything had changed.
    He glanced up to find Malachai watching him, his expression blank, but unless Tallon pulled himself together soon, he would realize something was amiss. He had to find out what Malachai planned without giving away how much it mattered.
    “Do you still require me to kill the daughter?” Tallon asked.
    The answer would shape his next move. If Malachai still wanted Shayla dead, then Tallon couldn’t risk trying to find her while the warlock was close. But if he had changed his plans, then Tallon would hazard it. He had failed to find Shalya on his own. Only with the added power of the Order, would he track her down and bring her home.
    “No,” Malachai replied. “Not immediately. We need her alive for now. We’ll take her back to the Keep, carry out the castration spell.” So Malachai needed her magic. He’d been ready to kill her.
    What had changed? But that was something to worry about later.
    Once he had Shayla back where she belonged.
    Shayla had chosen him. He hadn’t even realized such a thing existed, but then how could he? He had been born long after The Laws of Segregation had come into being. The only witches he knew were the empty vessels of the pleasure slaves, broken by the Order. In his younger years, to his later shame, he’d taken his pleasure in the mouths of the slaves. That was the only relief allowed them—like all warlocks of the Order, he had made a vow of chastity. He’d been a virgin when Shalya had made love to him for the first time. Now, his body tightened at the memory and her soft sweetness. Her generosity of spirit.
    Oh Goddess, where was she? But at least this way, he could legitimately ask for Malachai’s help. A warlock’s magic wasn’t like that of the witches. Moon magic was wild and instinctive while the warlocks used ritual.
    They were also powerless without their staffs, but they could multiply their magic many times by working in conjunction with others. He would need the extra power if he was to locate Shayla.
    “I want to try a finding spell on the witch. Will you help?”
    “You have something to use?” Tallon nodded. He had a hair from her head, a long strand of dark red, he had found stuck to his cloak. Now, he took it from his pocket and wrapped it carefully around the head of his staff. Malachai watched him through narrowed eyes, but raised his own staff and touched it to Tallon’s. A jolt of power ran through his arm. He hadn’t known Malachai was so strong. And the power had a strange flavor. His aura held flashes of crimson as though tinged with the moon magic.
    He pushed the thoughts away; he needed to concentrate on Shayla. Lowering his lids, he focused his inner eye and started the search. Time passed, and still he could not locate her. She was nowhere on Arroway. He extended the search and finally found her.
    She was in a gray land between worlds. She couldn’t get out, though she was hunting for a way. Her magic relied on the land, and she gained strength from Arroway. Stuck in this in-between land, she couldn’t draw enough strength to leave on her own.
    There was another presence there, but he was weak and shadowy, and Tallon couldn’t get a grip on him.
    Concentrating his power, he attempted to draw her to him, but even with Malachai’s added strength, he couldn’t shift her.
    He blinked, breaking the contact, and she was lost to him once more. Despair flooded him, but he kept his expression carefully blank as he looked at Malachai.
    Malachai raised an eyebrow. “You’ve found her?”
    “Yes, but she’s fighting me,” he lied. “We need more power.”
    “There’s my guard.” Malachai’s personal guard was made up of some of the most powerful warlocks in the Order. A few years past, Malachai had offered