art of tisane making.â
I accepted the tisane he offered and sipped it slowly, taking the opportunity to study the room. It was cozy, with shiny oak floors and walls painted a watery blue. The lightest blue to soothe the mind . . .
Weak light filtered through the sheer curtains. âIs it morning?â I asked.
Miro smiled wryly. âI guess you could say that.â
I slid the mug next to a pile of books on the nightstand. âDid you stay up all night?â
Miro glanced at his father, then looked back at me. âWe were worried.â
âHow did I get here?â
âI carried you to a cab when you collapsed on the stairs. Do you remember any of it?â
I didnât. The thought unsettled me.
âDonât upset her,â Dobra said. With my eyes adjusting, I could see Dobraâs face more clearly. His eyes were a mud brown, a contrast to his sonâs beautiful, shifting color. âSheâs tired. We can talk in a few hours.â
âNo, itâs okay,â I said, trying to assure them both. âDid Miro tell you about my parents?â
âYes,â Dobra said evenly. âHe also mentioned that youâre unmarked.â
I looked at Miro, but he only shrugged. âYou didnât think I could keep that a secret, did you?â
âAn unmarked witch is rare,â Dobra said. âYour transitions are more difficult.â Dobra stopped, as if unsure if he should go on.
âI need to know,â I said. âPlease donât hold back.â
âIs there any possibility your parents left of their own accord?â
âDefinitely not.â
He smiled, but there was a wariness in the way he tilted his head, like he didnât quite believe me. âI had to ask. Transitions are more successful the closer the parents are to the child, but this also strengthens the force of it. And the effects of the magic can be much harder on the parents than on the younger witch.â
I swallowed my guilt. No wonder my mother was suffering so much. My father, pale and shaking, had probably begun as well. âWhy donât all parents send their children away during the transition?â
âSome do,â Dobra answered.
I thought about my mother sleeping next to my bed when I had the flu, about my father tending to every scratch I got from running through the woods. My parents had fought against whoever took them. âThey would never leave me.â
Dobra frowned. âThen I suppose they were . . . taken.â
âWill you help me find them?â Emotion tore at my voice.
Dobra was silent a moment, then moved closer to the edge of the bed. When he stood closer, I noticed his deep worry lines, and the gray threaded through his hair. âI will send word out to every coven in the area, alerting hundreds of witches,â Dobra said. âBut I have to ask you something in return.â
âAnything.â
âYou need to leave. You cannot stay as a guest in my home. I will do everything I can to help, but I wonât allow you to bring danger to my son.â
âAre you serious?â Miro said. âShe has nowhere to go.â
âI hope you understand Iâm not being cruelâsimply cautious,â Dobra said, his voice clipped.
âDad,â Miro said through clenched teeth.
Dobra only addressed me. âYou are unmarked, and an unmarked witch is extremely dangerous. And not just because of the strength and unpredictability of your powers. You will always be a target. I am sorry, but I canât have you here.â
I felt like I was about to close my eyes and jump into a strange, dark lake. âI donât understand,â I said, half dreading the explanation to come. âWhy am I so dangerous?â
âPeople are afraid of things that have no limits,â Dobra said.
âWhat do you mean, no limits?â
Dobra glanced at Miro, who said, âI donât think anyoneâs
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