“Rain’s book is blank.” “What?” I say. “What does that mean?” Wrath asks. Hands on her hips, Kat answers, “Any number of things. A binding. A shield. Some other kind of magic. Or…” She trails off, her gaze going distant. “Or what?” Wrath prompts. I can hear the faintest tremor in his voice. But is it excitement? Fear? Kat frowns. “Or I don’t know the language?”
