Since when did I get headaches?
“Are you all right?” Carrow asked.
“Yes. Fine.” I met her gaze. “You want to know what I know about this place?”
“Yes.” Frustration vibrated from her.
“Well, then. We’ll reach into my memory.”
4
Carrow
I frowned at Grey, my frustration turning to confusion. “Reach into your memory?”
“Just because I can’t immediately recall everything that happened to me doesn’t mean I can’t access it. Finding a way to remember events in my past has been vital to building my empire.”
“So, you have a lot of journals or something?”
A low chuckle burst from him. “Not precisely.”
“Good, because I really don’t want to sort through hundreds of years of your handwritten journals.” Lie. Even though the idea of him sitting down and penning his life story was ridiculous—he was so not that kind of man—I did want the insight. Desperately.
“It’s not quite my style,” he said.
“No. I imagine not.”
“I have a Mind Mage who helps me recover my stored memories. We’ll go to her and find the information that you seek. Unless you want to try?”
“I’m not sure my gift works for that, but I could try.”
He held out his arm, and I rested my fingertips on his sleeve, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver through me.
“Remember that I can’t vow that I ever knew the information you seek,” he said.
I nodded and called upon my magic, trying to see whatever might be lost inside his head.
Nothing happened.
I tried again.
Still nothing. I removed my hand and met his gaze. “I think we need to go see your Mind Mage.”
He nodded. “Come, then. We’ll visit the Mages’ Guild tower.”
I grinned, the faintest bit of excitement pushing through my worry. I’d never been to the mages’ tower. I’d visited the guild towers belonging to the witches, the sorcerers, and the dwarves, but none of the others. “Lead on.”
He nodded and turned, striding back down the narrow alley. I followed, admiring the way that he moved smoothly through the narrow space, twisted slightly to avoid brushing the stone walls with his broad shoulders. He walked on silent feet, the ultimate predator.
We reached the main street a few minutes later, and it was still bustling with people hauling shopping bags and chatting away in groups.
“Where do the mages live?” I asked, wondering if we could swing by Eve’s shop to check on Mac and Seraphia.
“Far side of town, near the witches.”
I did the map in my head—one of my gifts—and frowned. No way we could quickly stop by to check on them, not without a long delay. I sent Eve a text instead, hoping for a reply.
I followed Grey down the street, sticking close to his side on the narrow sidewalk. Passersby parted like the Red Sea for Moses, and we made rapid progress. Soon, we neared one of the larger intersections in town. Though there were no cars in Guild City, it buzzed with motorbike traffic.