Chapter 85

I updated the Queen about Omar's condition and that she should keep guards on him until the compulsion had worn off.

In order to make a decision about the feather, I required facts. Namely, what kind of magic would I be engaging with? Were there ramifications to destroying it?

Freddo was a level four Typecaster, as was the one who worked for the House. I needed to level up and Hedon was my best bet. It was the black market. There had to be need of that skill.

The exit I took out of the Queen's park didn't lead to the section of Hedon with its crooked cobblestone streets and the electric ramen bowl sign that I was familiar with. I was alone in unfamiliar and probably hostile territory. It would be easy enough to turn back and get directions to that other neighborhood, but as the Queen had said, knowledge was power. In gaining access to my memory of the night that Dad had left, she'd achieved both where I was concerned, whereas I knew virtually nothing about her.