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drawing from herpocket, concentrated on his face in her mind, and tried to send him a seek spell. It was the only spell she could think of that could help them. The first few times she sent it, she had great hope that Alex would be coming soon.
    But eventually she wondered what was taking him so long. Alex knew about the spell. She knew he’d be able to recognize that it came from her, because when it reached him, it would explode into a fiery picture of the drawing he gave her, and he only had to go in the direction from which the glowing ball had come. If Meghan hadn’t made it back to safety in Artimé—Lani shuddered at the thought of what might have happened to her friend—then Alex wouldn’t have the boat, but he could still ride Simber to get here. And she was certain Mr. Today could make another boat if he’d made the first one. She didn’t understand why no one was coming for them.
    Several thoughts kept plaguing her, joining together and chiseling away at her. What if Alex and Mr. Today had come already but couldn’t find Lani and Samheed? What if they had come and been killed? What if Meghan had made it to the boat but couldn’t find her way back to Artimé and had become lost at sea? What if . . . what if Alex just didn’t care enough to come looking for them?
    “Maybe magic doesn’t work from here,” Samheed spelled out. “There’s no sound so could be burier?” He meant to spell “barrier” but didn’t realize his mistake until he got to the end of the word, and he was too tired to redo it.
    But Lani nodded her fist in Sam’s hand. “Maybe.” She gave a deep, silent sigh and closed her eyes as a wave of hopelessness washed over her. She couldn’t stand this much longer. She wasn’t used to being so helpless. “We’ve got to find a way out,” she said daily. But each time they tried together to crawl around the perimeter of the cave looking for an exit, they couldn’t find anything. They ended most days in total frustration, with no voice to express it.
    After they’d been still and lost in thought for some time, sitting in the middle of the floor trying to waste away the endless darkness, Lani spelled, “I’d give anything to see my family agai—” And then she clapped her palm to her mouth. She’d forgotten about how Samheed’s family had treated him. She felt Samheed fizzle and slump to his back. He turned away from her, but he didn’t let go of her hand. Not even when the shuddering began.

From a Closet in Quill
    C laire Morning leaned her head against a shelf in her closet prison. Every joint in her body ached, for she’d been sitting there in the dark, tied up, for all but one hour of every day for the past several weeks. Liam and Bethesda allowed her thirty minutes in the morning and thirty minutes in the evening to move around. She was growing thin and weak, and her early hopes for escape had faded.
    The thing that kept her strong was the Unwanteds. She knew, of course, that her beloved father, Mr. Today, had been killed. And she knew that Artimé was gone. It was the thought of all the Unwanteds struggling to make sense of what hadhappened, struggling to survive without their magical world, that kept Claire motivated to survive so that she could get back there and help them.
    She often heard the shuffling of footsteps and the low rumble of conversation between her two captors outside the closet. Now and then she was able to discern a word or two, but not enough to make sense of anything. And as much as she wanted to ask about the state of Quill and Artimé, she refused to speak to Liam or Bethesda.
    She closed her eyes and thought about her father, determined to remember all he had done for the Unwanteds so she could write everything down someday. Someday. The day dragged onward.
    She startled when she heard a commotion followed by the bang of the front door. Then there was silence once again. Very soon she heard soft footfalls coming toward her, but she knew it