My hands were still pressed to my face, but now they were shaking with purpose, not fear. Trust yourself, child. Your intelligence and resourcefulness will come in handy. Morwyn’s words echoed The Guardian’s command.
I pushed myself up, rising to my feet. I hid the celestial box, making sure it wouldn’t be easy for someone else to find. Then I turned to face the room. The agent Torian had defeated was lying inert, their cloak and hood sprawled across a pile of scattered parchment.
My eyes fell on Torian’s fallen sword. The beautiful blade lay near the magical snare, no longer glowing.
I moved to the agent, snatching the cloak and hood from the unconscious figure. A leather belt secured his pants and tunic around his waist. I took that too. The coarse, dark wool was the complete oppos
