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left the chicken in your bowl when we ate at the Cabin that one time.”
    “Why didn’t you say anything? We could have left it out,” Horace says
    I shrug. “I’m not the type of person to expect other people to cater to me. I’m the one that chose to be this way. I just tend to pick around meat if it’s served to me.”
    “She’s been vegetarian for as long as I can remember,” Maverick says.
    Dante pinches a piece of duck a little too hard with his chopsticks. “How far back is that?”
    “We were sent to guard her when we were six and five,” Paden says.
    I try as hard as I can to remember that far back, but all I can recall is a feeling of crying. No flashback comes to the front of my mind. I wish I could use my memories on command, like a normal person. “I can’t remember.”
    “Don’t worry, the memories will come back on their own with time. Edgar told us if you ever had the process reversed that it would take time, and that we couldn’t reveal shared personal memories until you remembered them.”
    Edgar, in over a matter of hours, has gone from being a simple, old man, to being more complex than a quantum physics problem. “Who was he? I already know he didn’t find me by the barn when I was a newborn.”
    Paden nudges around his food. I can’t help but to do the same thing. I was starving when they first brought it, but now all I can think about are all the questions I have and want answers to. I take a small bite of baby corn, one of my favorite things to eat with this dish. “He is one of the Vox as well. He used to say he never thought he would live to see the day that the female shifter walked this Earth, and it turned out he was chosen to raise her. ”
    I swallow, Edgar’s death hitting me hard since I learned about it. A lump forms in my throat. “Was.”
    Paden looks to me. “What?”
    My fingers shake, making my chopsticks tremble. “He was a member the Vox. He died, around morning, the day before yesterday. It’s what started this whole mess with the brain warping.”
    “How did he die? Do you know?” Maverick asks. He takes my chopsticks out of my right hand and grabs it in a comforting manner.
    “I talked to him a few hours before, when Amr and I found out we were twins and just before you two kidnapped me for lunch. He sounded sick. Like he had a cold, or something. I called him after I got back from lunch, and that’s when one of the Hands told me that he had passed away; that Spearwood people were there packing the whole place up.
    “That’s not possible. A common cold doesn’t kill our kind, not even pneumonia,” Bullock says.
    “What does that mean?”
    Paden growls. “Edgar didn’t die of natural causes, he was murdered.”

The Next Plan
     
    “Mur-murdered.” The word tastes rancid as it leaves my mouth. I never thought of that as a possibility.
    “I’m sorry,” Maverick’s grip on my hand grows tighter. I hold his hand back.
    Paden shakes his head. “We have to figure out why Roseman is doing all of this.”
    “There’s the war that he’s been talking about with one of the Ancients,” Bullock says.
    Dante cocks his head. “War with whom?”
    “I don’t know. They didn’t go into detail in front of me. All I know is there’s a war coming and Roseman is the leader of it. I think he wanted Avalon to only be taught Air magic, so he could control her better. The Ancient wants her to be taught everything she’s able to learn, so she’ll be a stronger warrior. In the end, I would’ve had to follow their orders over his.”
    “I remember that,” Maverick mumbles.
    My need to know about Edgar’s apparent murder stills for a second, as I look at him. He let it slip that we were there when Bullock received punishment for being an Outcast.
    Bullock turns his body more toward us. “How would you remember that? As I recall, I was the only one there.”  So he doesn’t remember waking up while I was healing him? His brown eyes narrow at us. “You