Free The Glowing Knight by Jodi Meadows Page B

curios: a golden spyglass, an aged wooden box with intricate carvings on the lid, and a framed paper behind glass. The paper was yellowed, and the writing so exact and regular it couldn’t have been made by hand.
    â€œPre-wraith artifacts,” James said, returning to the room. “Tobiah is fascinated by the things people created with magic a hundred years ago. Common things, like paper and clothes and trinkets. There were bigger things, too, of course: trains, faster methods of communication, and ways of clearing the land for farming. But it’s the smaller items that really intrigue him. Everyday conveniences we’ve abandoned.”
    â€œI didn’t know that about him.”
    â€œIt’s not exactly material for polite discussion these days.” James checked the bed, but there was no change. “Tobiah hides a lot of who he is. You can understand, I’m sure.”
    â€œYou’re very perceptive, Captain.”
    He indicated a stack of framed ink drawings leaning against the bookcase, waiting to be hung. They must have been delivered this morning. “I finally got to see some of your artwork.” He pulled out a drawing of Black Knife, sword in hand.
    My heart thumped as my eyes followed the lines of ink, remembering the way my pen had slid across the paper without instruction from my head. I’d hated Black Knife when I’d started that, but he’d recently saved Connor from a glowman, and our following encounters had been . . . not bad.
    â€œYou’re talented.” James put the drawing into the stack again, hiding it between flowers and landscapes—other things that were more appropriate for a young lady to have spent her time creating. “Which I knew, having inspected your forged residency documents.”
    Connor gasped and stepped away from the prince. “That’s it.” He blinked a few times, as though to clear his vision from whatever he’d been seeing. “That’s all I can do.”
    â€œThank you, Connor.” I stuffed down my disappointment; there was no change in the prince’s appearance. “James, is there somewhere for Connor and the other three to stay? I left them in the front hall under guard, but who knows what they’ve done by now.”
    He heaved a sigh. “For the sake of my security teams, are they all like you?”
    Able to sneak in and out of guarded buildings, fight opponents twice their size, and pocket valuables without anyone noticing? “I helped train them.”
    â€œI was afraid of that.”
    â€œConnor,” I said, “you can trust Captain Rayner. He’s a friend.”
    After James and Connor left, I paced the room for a few minutes, trying not to check Tobiah for signs of life. Finally, I sat at a writing desk and dug through his pens and ink and paper. Isettled on a stiff nib, heavy blue ink, and plain palace stationery.
    Tobiah,
    Thank you for the letter you so quickly left in my room. In response to your request for forgiveness: there’s nothing to forgive.
    We had masks and secret lives, and it was so easy to forget our obligations while we both wore black and met in the dark. Wherever our futures are, you’ve helped shape mine for the better.
    With gratitude,
    Wil
    Postscript: What do you think about this handwriting? I found it on a man in Thornton who was copying valuable books and selling them as though they were originals. You might want to have someone look into that, if he lived through the Inundation.
    Quick and light. That was all I could manage with him barely breathing mere feet away.
    The boy I loved existed beyond his black mask, a fact I hadn’t fully reconciled. But no matter my muddled feelings, he was meant for someone else. She didn’t love the part of him that was Black Knife—she didn’t know —but she cared for the prince; he’d been warm toward her.
    I wanted Black Knife. She wanted Tobiah.
    He’d decided