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The man strode off toward the open side of the market. I looked up at Caius. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
He nodded. “So do I, but we don’t have a choice.”
“Is that guy a lumina, too?” Matthew asked us.
I shook my head. “I don’t think so, but we’ll have to follow him to find out.” I smiled down at Matthew. “With Caius in front of me I’m going to need you to have my back. Can you do that?”
Matthew pursed his lips, but gave a sturdy nod. We followed our strange guide out of the market and down a narrow alley between two ramshackle houses. Fishing nets hung on the walls and broken cages were stacked haphazardly against either wall in alternating piles. Shadows hung heavy in the cramped space as our guide stopped us halfway down the alley and turned.
He swept his arm
