4
Lincoln and I return to our audience chamber at the precise places where we started our journey into Hildy’s memories. Although my body hasn’t moved an inch, my mind is upside down. The true definition of a Grand Master monopsyche has short-circuited my brain.
Hildy sits on a leather chair in our audience chamber, her elbows resting on her knees. “Sorry to leave you alone in that scene.”
I take a seat on the couch across from her, careful to keep my voice gentle. “Don’t worry about it. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to relive that experience, either.”
“It was the only way I could think of to show you the truth,” says Hildy. “Now, you know what I do. Like you saw in my memory, I need to cast a few days worth of spells, but once that magical link is in place, I can move my mark from an
