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Wildfire (Hidden Legacy #3)(12)



A man emerged from a shadowy alcove in the side wall, moving silently across the floor. In his mid-twenties, he wore expensive shoes and a sharp black suit, with a white shirt that looked even whiter against his light bronze skin, and a black tie. Black and grey tattoos covered his hands and neck. His dark brown hair, cut short on the sides, but longer on top of his head and slicked back, defined a long handsome face, with intelligent eyes the color of whiskey. He looked dangerous and slightly mournful, like a Prohibition-era gangster at a funeral.

"It's not every day one gets to register an emerging House," the Records Keeper continued. He leaned closer and smiled at me, as if sharing a secret. "Especially one with a truthseeker in it. I'm so very excited to meet you. Michael is also very excited, aren't you, Michael?" 

Michael nodded.

The Records Keeper put on a pair of linen gloves and turned around. Behind him a massive book lay on a pedestal under a glass hood. He raised the hood, picked up the heavy volume, bound in marbled leather, and placed it on the counter. An elaborate gold crest decorated the front panel.

"It's beautiful," I said.

"It is. Eighteenth-century Dutch binding. The Houses of Texas have been recorded in this book since before statehood." He opened it gently and showed me an empty page. "If you pass the trials, your House will be written here."

He turned the heavy pages to the red bookmark. Four columns of names written in beautiful calligraphy covered the page. Some were crossed out.

"Are those the people who failed the trials?"

He nodded. "Indeed. Now then, do you have the necessary paperwork?"

I passed him the folder. He opened it, scanning the pages.

"Where is the second witness?" Rogan asked.

"Running late. Given the circumstances, I wanted to make sure to select someone whose reputation is beyond contestation. Someone whose name commands respect. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

"A witness to the emergence of a House has certain obligations," Rogan told me quietly.

"Like what?"

"We're expected to offer advice and guidance."

The Keeper checked the signatures and raised his head.

"You've presented us with a conundrum, Mr. Rogan. Finding a suitable test for a truthseeker was challenging, but identifying the younger Ms. Baylor's magic was even more so. I must say, your sister's power is something truly remarkable. It is, of course, a mental branch, but what subset? One would naturally lean toward a psionic, but a psionic who evokes a genuine love has never manifested. Michael and I had to dig very far through our archives and other archives. Favors were called in, access to databases had to be requested, and foreign Keepers of Records were consulted. But we persevered, didn't we, Michael?"

Michael nodded again.

"We had to reach very far, and we finally found what we were looking for in Greece. There is a single House-just one, mind you-whose record showed the emergence of a similar talent. Only in female offspring. The last verified manifestation was in the 1940s. Apparently, there was some unpleasantness."

"What kind of unpleasantness?" I asked.

"The lady in question fought against the Russian Imperial invasion of their small city. The legend states that she placed herself onto a rocky island a short distance from the cliffs and then called an entire battalion of the invading Russian troops to her. She drowned three motorized rifle companies before the few survivors finally managed to reach the rock. She was torn apart. Quite literally, I'm afraid."

Oh, Catalina . . . I could picture my sister on that rock. That's exactly what she would do.

"Dreadful business." The Records Keeper sighed. "The House hasn't had any female heirs since then. A very knowledgeable source has speculated that it was a matter of choice rather than chance."

"They abort female children?" Rogan asked, his voice cold.

"Such is the rumor. The House refused our attempts to reach them for a consult. They're a very reclusive family. Thus, we are left on our own, so after much deliberation, we are creating a new category for Ms. Catalina Baylor." The Keeper paused. "We shall refer to her as siren."

She would hate that.

"It is so very exciting. If this magic endures within your family, this may be the beginning of a whole new subset. The rankings of the rare magic talents may shift. We're bringing in a powerful antistasi Prime for her trials."



       
         
       
        

Like aegis mages who blocked bullets and physical attacks, antistasi mages specialized in defense, but against mental attacks. Well, at least that should put Catalina's mind to rest.