Flashback ( PDFDrive )

No idea. This one’s way more damaged than the other memory. Think
another burst of energy will fix it?
Worth a shot, Fitz said, tightening his grip on Sophie’s hand and
pouring all the warmth that pooled between them into Keefe’s mind.
But the tingly energy didn’t change a thing.
“I need you to do me a favor,” Lady Gisela said in the memory—or
that’s what Sophie assumed. All they could hear was, “I need . . . do . . .
favor.”
She handed Young Keefe something white and blurry, and Sophie
was pretty sure it was a sealed envelope. “Deliver . . . man . . . green
door.”
Uh, did she just say “man”? Fitz asked, beating Sophie to the
question. Not “elf”?
Looks like it, Keefe thought as they watched Lady Gisela hand his
younger self something small and cobalt blue—a leaping crystal to the
Forbidden Cities.
“Yes,” his mom said when Young Keefe’s mouth fell open, and for a
moment the memory sharpened, letting them hear her clearly when
she told him, “I need you to go right now.”
Young Keefe’s eyes glittered with excitement, and Sophie expected
him to hold the facet up to the light and zip away.
But he glanced back at his mom. “Why?”
“Because I’m telling you to.”
“Yeah, but why?”
She reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Does Fitz question
his father when Alden sends him off on their little errands?”
“I don’t know—like I’ve told you a zillion times, Fitz doesn’t tell me
anything about that. But I’m pretty sure he knows where he’s going