The little coin hummed happily in my hand as I held it up for him to see. “What was Belikon’s deal again? Leaves or fishes?” “Don’t!” Malcolm cried. “DON’T!” I flipped the coin. Not high. I wouldn’t give him the chance to grab it out of the air the way he’d done when Belikon had flipped it. The little coin flashed brilliantly as it spun. It didn’t matter which side it landed on anymore. Only that it landed. The ground shook when the shining silver struck the obsidian. There was a moment of stillness, and the ruins of Gillethrye held its breath.
