When we touched there had been that spark, yet he never indicated he wanted more. Ulrick and I had so much in common and his desire was evident. I touched my lips, remembering the kiss.
After breakfast the next morning, Ulrick and I found Kade sitting on a bench outside the dining hall. A small child giggled as the Stormdancer created a tiny whirlwind. Dead leaves and dried grass swirled around the girl. She held her arms out and let the air flow through her chubby fingers.
Pure delight shone in the girl’s eyes. Eventually her mother came looking for her and Kade let the whirlwind dissipate. The child had wandered away from the kitchen. She was so unrepentant and defiant, I guessed this wasn’t the first time she explored on her own, nor would it be the last. Her mother would have her hands full until the child was old enough for school.
A half smile lingered on Kade’s lips as we strolled to the market.
“The girl will have quite a story to tell her friends,” I said to him.
“Why?”
“Since I’ve been here, a Stormdancer has never visited the Keep, and usually the students and magicians are too busy to entertain the staff’s children.”
“That’s a pity. Adults are so jaded when it comes to magic. Nothing compares to seeing a child’s wonder and delight over simple tricks. Makes me appreciate my skills and reminds me not to take them for granted.”
When we arrived at the market, Kade and I talked to the sand merchants while Ulrick kept watch. Fisk appeared to see if I needed anything, and he led us to two more dealers I didn’t know about.
The morning progressed with little success. None of the suppliers had filled an order for lava flakes in the past year. Kade would need to visit the merchants in Mica and Fulgor.
As we navigated the crowded square, a blacksmith hailed Ulrick. The jacks we’d ordered for the glass shop were ready. Kade and I waited outside while Ulrick inspected the tools.
“You both are happier today,” Kade said. “Did you settle your differences?” He kept his tone neutral.
“We did.” I studied him, looking for any sign he may be unhappy. Any indication that his reasons for coming to the Keep included seeing me.
“Good. You’re well matched.” His demeanor remained impartial.
Again I remembered Pazia’s criticism. Perhaps I had been the one to keep my distance from him. I took a chance. “We do have a lot in common. Same hometown. Same enjoyment from working with glass. But he lacks a certain … spark.”
Surprise touched Kade’s eyes for a moment before he resumed his bland manner. “Sparks are similar to lightning strikes and are harmful if you get too close. Also the problem with thunderstorms, they move with the wind and have other … ah … obligations. It’s best for you to bask in the steady sunshine.”
It was as I suspected all along. No interest in me other than dealing with the current problem. Even though I could rationally explain to myself how it was for the best, I couldn’t stop the brief stab of pain deep inside me.
When Ulrick returned, we walked to the Keep’s entrance. Kade wanted to talk to me in private. Ulrick scowled.
“Don’t worry,” Kade said. “On the off chance Tricky is lying in wait in the Citadel, I’ll be able to brew a strong gale. The weather is unsettled today.”
Apprehension and reluctance filled Ulrick’s eyes, but he left to deliver the tools to the almost-finished glass shop.
“I’ll catch up with you there,” I called.
He waved.
Kade was bemused. “He’s protective, a good quality in a bodyguard, but he needs to learn how to trust.”
“He just met you,” I said.
“I meant you. Trust you. You managed to escape Sir and Tricky without harm, so you do know how to take care of yourself.”
We sauntered through the southeast quadrant of the Citadel. The cold air kept most people indoors, and there were few citizens on the streets.
“You followed me last night, trying to protect me,” I countered.
“True. But you didn’t know about Indra and Nodin then. Now that you know, I expect you to take extra precautions.”
“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?”
“No. I had a chance to speak with Master Cowan this morning. She explained a few more details of your escape from Tricky. She wanted to know if I’ve heard of any Stormdancers who could pull another’s magic into an orb.”
“Have you?”
“No. But I wondered when you helped me with the storm, why didn’t my magic transform into glass raindrops?”
I thought back and reviewed the series of events. “Perhaps it didn’t happen because you were pulling in a real substance, while Tricky’s spiders were illusion.”
“A possibility. Once this mess with Varun and the orbs is settled, I’ll see about assigning one of my Stormdancers to help you with your experiments.”
Another jab of disappointment pierced me. I berated myself, thinking of Ulrick.
“The reason I wanted to speak to you alone is …” Kade hesitated. It was the first time I’d seen him uncertain. “I have a favor to ask.”
Intrigued and a little uneasy, I encouraged him to continue.
“It’s about my orb. I didn’t want to leave it with another Stormdancer, yet I don’t want to carry it with me on this mission. It could be used as a weapon in the wrong hands. Will you keep it for me?”
“Of course, but why didn’t you give it to Raiden?”
Kade fiddled with the sleeve of his cape. “Raiden would send it off to be used to fuel one of our factories. We’re short of orbs this year and he threatened to stop indulging me in my ‘maudlin behavior.’ The orbs are vital to the Stormdance economy, but I’m not ready to part with it just yet. And I knew you would understand why.”
The orb was his last physical connection to his sister, Kaya.
“Is that why you asked me? Because I’ve lost a sister, too?”
“No. Because I trust you.”
As we talked, Kade and I had wandered into the main section of the Citadel. Although a few people still shopped, most of the market stands were closed for the day. Twilight cast a pall on the marble walls. Strident voices pulled my attention to an alley on my right. Two men engaged in a verbal argument.
Kade and I were about to walk past when the snick of a switchblade reached us. I shared a look with Kade and he strode down the alley without hesitation. I followed.
“Excuse me,” he called. “I’m in need of directions. Can one of you gentlemen tell me where the Council Hall is?”
The smaller man tried to step away from his companion, but the other grabbed his shirt. “Go ask someone else. We’re busy,” he said.
The voice sounded familiar. I peered at the bigger man. In the weak light, the raw gash on his lower lip oozed black. Bloody Lip. My hands grasped the handles of my sais.
“Sir, do you need help?” Kade asked.
“This man is trying—”
“Shut up,” Bloody Lip growled. He raised his knife. “Leave now and I won’t hurt you.”
“We could say the same thing,” Kade replied.
A wind gust blew through the alley, sweeping trash into the air. I pulled my sais and held them in the ready position.
Bloody Lip met my gaze and pushed the man down, turning all his attention to us. “I know you. You’re that