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you?”
    “Geoffrey Wylie,”
Jason said, producing the first wizard name that came to mind. The Red Rose
wizard could use a little street cred, anyway.
    “You are trespassing, Mr.
Wylie,” Devereaux D'Orsay said. He extended his hand imperiously.
“Hand over the sword and the backpack.”
    “Ri-ight,” Jason
said. He went to turn away and Devereaux flung out an immobilization charm that
Jason managed to deflect, though it left him stunned and reeling. The kid had
talent. Unfortunately.
    The boy frowned, drawing
himself up to his puny height. “You. Come with me. I'm taking you down to
the hold. Father and I will interrogate you and find out what you are doing
here and for whom you're working.”
    Jason sighed, releasing a
plume of vapor. He and Seph McCauley had killed Gregory Leicester in self
defense. He figured he could kill Claude D'Orsay without losing any sleep over
it. But not a thirteen-year-old kid. And that meant he'd be leaving a witness
behind.
    “Just go away,
okay?” Jason said, wearily, “and let's forget this ever
happened.”
    This seemed to enrage
Devereaux D'Orsay. He flung himself at Jason, managing to penetrate his shield
and knock him off his feet. They rolled together into a small ravine, a cartoon
tangle of arms and legs. Devereaux ripped at him, pulling on the cords around
the backpack until the book came free and tumbled loose into the snow.
    Jason punched the kid in the
nose and blood poured out, distracting little D'Orsay enough so Jason could lay
an immobilization charm on him. He managed to extricate himself and stood,
looking down at Claude D'Orsay's immobilized son, wishing he could make him
disappear.
    “Say hi to Claude for
me,” he muttered. “Tell him I'll stop by again.” There was no
time to look for the lost book. Their magical fracas wouldn't have gone
unnoticed. Energized by the desire to stay alive, Jason loped up the trail,
heading for the road back to Keswick, conscious of the mysterious stone in his
backpack.
    Behind him, the great shoulder
of the mountain lay shrouded in unbroken darkness. The flame at the heart of
the Dragon's Tooth had gone out.
     
     

Heir 3 - The Dragon Heir
    Chapter Two  Sanctuary
     
     
    Madison Moss picked her way
across the icy street, clutching her portfolio close to her body so it wouldn't
catch the wind. The “uniform” she wore for her waitress job at the
Legends Inn—a long swishy skirt and lacy
Victorian blouse—was impractical for navigating small town sidewalks in a
northeastern Ohio winter.
    Over top, she wore a
fleece-lined barn coat she'd found at the Salvation Army, and on her feet were
a pair of tooled red leather boots she'd bought at a sidewalk sale downtown.
That was in September, when she'd felt rich.
    Now she had $10.55 in her coat
pocket. Her book and supply list for spring semester totaled $455.79 plus tax.
She could've probably ordered online for less, but her credit card was still
maxed out from fall.
    Back in her room was a bill
for health insurance— $150—required by
Trinity College. The kinds of jobs her mother, Carlene, could find didn't offer
benefits.
    What else? The transmission in
Madison's old pickup was going. She could still get it moving by gunning the
engine and shifting directly into second gear from a dead stop.
    If she was at home, she'd talk
some shade-tree mechanic into fixing it. He'd be afraid to say no. Afraid his
shop or house might burn down with his family inside of it.
    There were some advantages to
being named a witch.
    Madison's stomach clenched up
in a familiar way until she could push that thought out of her mind. She was
trying to keep too many worries at bay. It was like one of those games at the
arcade where the alligators pop up and you slam them with a mallet before they
can bite you.
    Even with the state paying the
tuition for courses she was taking for college credit, and even though she was
living with her cousin Rachel for free, and even though she was working as