"You can't earn trust like a commission," Siena said, shaking her head. "You spent today looking for a reason to believe I was using you. You looked at the woman who tried to destroy us and you saw a reflection of your own fears. If I go back now, I’ll spend every day wondering when the next ghost will walk through the door and turn you back into the man who hides." She stepped back into the shadows of the mill, moving deeper into the forest of looms. "The school is yours, Julian. The legacy is yours. You’ve saved the name." "I don't want the name without you!" Julian shouted into the vast, echoing space of the workshop. "Then learn how to hold it alone until it doesn't feel like a weapon," Siena replied, her voice echoing from the darkness. "I’m staying here. I need to weave some

