The smoke had an ancient magic and dirt flavor. I was blinded for the few seconds Matilda needed to get away because it stung my eyes. I kicked through the broken wood of the Seer's door with a roar.

The tiny space was disorganized. The Seer was lying on the ground close to the hearth. Beside her, Lyrra was coiled up, spewing ashes and curses while holding her hands to her face.

"She's gone!" My voice was raw as I screamed.

I resisted the rage and the smoke. Matilda's subtle aroma was ...