Memory Destroying 4

“Just make sure you do better than his last teacher,” Baltrice snickered. The sharp crack of ceramic sounded across the table as the mug shattered in Jace’s grip. His entire body so rigid he could have been having a seizure, he glared at the woman through abruptly glowing eyes, and if wishes could kill, it would have been her neck breaking within his fist.

“What do you—How …?” He could scarcely choke the words past the bile in his throat. “Come on, Beleren,” Baltrice smirked at him. “Everything else we know about, you didn’t think we’d learn about Alhammarret? I understand you’re still a wanted man in every town within a hundred miles of Silmot’s Crossing.”

His vision veiled in a film of red rage, Jace found himself standing, his chair lying on the floor behind him. “You will never utter that name again.”

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So wrapped up was Baltrice, daydreaming about what she’d do to Jace Beleren if she had the opportunity, that it didn’t occur to her until later:

For the life of her, she could no longer remember the name of Jace’s mentor.

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 9