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een and then vanished.<br />
Some runes were permanent and some temporary. Voyance, which looked like an open eye and<br />
helped you see through glamours, was permanent. So were wedding and parabatai runes. Temporary<br />
runes disappeared slowly as they were used up—healing iratzes, for instance, vanished with varying<br />
speed depending on the seriousness of the wound. A Sure-Footedness rune might last the duration of a<br />
climb up a mountain. To get the absolute best results, when going into battle, a rune ought to be as new<br />
as possible.<br />
Jules rolled his sleeve up and held his arm out to Emma. “The honors?” he said.<br />
She took a stele from the trunk and ran it over his bare forearm. Sure-Strike, Swiftness, and<br />
Courage. When she was done, she lifted her hair and turned, offering her bare back to Julian. “If you<br />
put the runes between my shoulder blades, my hair should cover them,” she said.<br />
Julian didn’t say anything. She felt him hesitate, and then the lightest touch of his hand on her back,<br />
steadying her. He was breathing quickly. Nerves, she thought. It was a strange situation they were<br />
walking into, and he was worried for Mark.<br />
He started on the second rune, and Emma felt a slight biting sting as the stele moved. She frowned.<br />
Usually, though runes could sting or burn when applied, runes placed on you <strong>by</strong> your parabatai didn’t<br />
hurt. In fact they were almost pleasant—it was like being wrapped in the protection of friendship, the<br />
sense that someone else had sealed their dedication to you onto your skin.<br />
Strange for it to hurt.<br />
Julian finished, stepping back, and Emma let her hair fall. She turned and drew a quick Agility rune<br />
on Cristina’s shoulder, under the strap of her dress. Then she looked at Mark.<br />
He shook his head, just as he had every time a rune had been offered to him before. “No runes,” he<br />
said tightly.<br />
“It’s fine,” Julian said before anyone else could speak. “He doesn’t have Marks on him, besides the<br />
Voyance, and that’s covered in makeup. He looks normal.”<br />
“Normal-ish,” said Emma. “His ears and his eyes—”<br />
Cristina stepped forward and reached up to muss Mark’s hair, spilling the curls down to cover his<br />
pointed ears. “There’s nothing we can do about the eyes, but—”<br />
“Mundanes have heterochromia too,” said Jules. “The main thing is, Mark, try to act normal.”<br />
Mark looked affronted. “Do I ever not?”<br />
No one answered that, not even Cristina. After sliding a pair of daggers into the shoulder harness<br />
under his shirt, Julian slammed the trunk closed, and they headed across the street.<br />
The doors of the theater were thrown open. Light spilled out onto the dark pavement. Emma could<br />
hear laughter and music, smell the mingled scents of perfume and wine and smoke.<br />
At the door a young woman in a slinky red dress was taking tickets and stamping hands. Her hair<br />
was done up in forties-style Victory roll curls, and her lips were blood red. She wore ivory satin<br />
gloves that reached her elbows.<br />
Emma recognized her immediately. She’d seen her at the Shadow Market, winking at Johnny Rook.<br />
“I’ve seen her before,” she whispered to Jules. “Shadow Market.” He nodded and tucked his hand<br />
around Emma’s. She jolted slightly, both at the sudden heat around her palm and in surprise.<br />
She glanced over at him, saw the look on his face as he smiled at the familiar-looking ticket girl. A<br />
little bored, a little arrogant, a lot entitled. Someone who wasn’t worried about getting inside at all.<br />
He was playing a role, and taking her hand was part of it, that was all there was to it.<br />
He held out their ticket. “Mr. Smith, plus three guests,” he said.<br />
There was a slight commotion behind them as Mark opened his mouth, doubtless to ask who Mr.