“This cannae be what you came here to tell me.” Esmerelda ran her fingernails down a dark spot on Jesse’s shirt, pulling out the stain.
“This tracker,” Ravenna went on. “I could stand at the Courtyard of Regents in Midnight Crest and he upon the fiery shores of the Wastelands, and I’d still detect him. The magic knows no range too far.”
“You trust him that much, do ye?”
Ravenna ignored the jab. “I tell you this so you understand the magic has no limitations. No limitations in this kingdom.” She paused her washing. “When he was taken by the Medvedev, I lost sight of him. I can no longer sense him at all.”
Esmerelda cooled her blood, conscious now of her speech. “Perhaps your magic is not as strong as you think it is.”
“This magic is bigger than me and my capabilities. It’s an ancient m
