Chapter 20

The question threw Uncle Martin, his skin paling. His throat worked. “No. We had some idea, but…no.” Abruptly, he stood and crossed to the shelves. He removed three different books and carried them back to where Alec sat. “I want you to read through these tonight.”

The weight of the books pressed against his knees. He didn’t want to read them and waste time they didn’t have. “What are they?”

“One’s a history about mages, one’s on familiars, and the other’s a basic primer. They should answer a lot of your questions before we—2rdquo; A knock interrupted them, and Uncle Martin marched over to open the door to Graham.

“I’ve talked to Rowan,” Graham said, pitching his voice in a tone meant for privacy. “Everything’s set.”