But once I got farther out, I saw her from a distance, lit by starlight. She stood on a narrow road between lines of small, thatched-roof homes, dressed in a long, pale yellow tunic, and with her hair pulled back in braids. Never before had I seen her in such fine clothes. She seemed to be looking around, as if trying to find someone. Maybe me.

“Livia!” I called as I ran toward her. “How did you get here?”

But she didn’t answer. And then I came to the right angle to understand why. She was a trick of light, Radulf’s plan to pull me outside. Exactly what I had feared, and what Aurelia had warned me about.

“Where is the real Livia?” I yelled. “Why did you take her?”

The trick of light that had been Livia shifted. Her image dissolved, which almost felt like losing her again. But worse still, as she faded, Radulf appeared in her place.

He wasn’t really here either, or at least, I didn’t think he was. But some part of his consciousness was standing directly in front of me.

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“A trick like this isn’t even complicated magic. Wait until you see everything I can do.”

“Try it, and then you’ll see everything I can do too,” I muttered. “Mine is worse.” That last part was a lie, one neither of us believed.

He frowned at me. “Why must we fight? It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“I disagree. I think this is exactly the way things must be.”

“Livia is a part of my household now. She says I am like Halden, the father she never knew.”

My brows furrowed at the mention of my father. Even if Livia had known his name, he would’ve been nothing like Radulf. Surely she didn’t believe that.

“Your mother could come here as well. You’d have your family back, Nic.”

“Nobody knows where my mother is,” I said.

“Are you sure? What if I am the only one who does know? What would you trade for that information?” He laughed and reached out one hand. “I see the bulla responding to the moonlight. Give it to me. Now.”

It was glowing as brightly as when it had first shone in Crispus’s atrium. I wrapped a hand around the bulla and felt its growing burn. “You’re not here. You couldn’t take it even if I tried to give it to you.”

“I’m here enough.”

“Nic, who are you talking to?” Aurelia ran up behind me. Crispus was with her.

“Go away!” I shouted back to them. “Please!”

Aurelia pulled out her knife. “Tell me who’s here. Is it Radulf?”

So she couldn’t see him? Only me. In his arrogance, Radulf smiled and said, “Ah, so you have another friend now? Are you sure you can trust them?”

“More than I’ll ever trust you,” I shouted.

He only laughed at that. “You’re probably right. Though if you can’t protect yourself from me, how can you protect them?”

I turned back to Aurelia and Crispus. “Get back inside. Now!”

“Nobody’s here, Nic. This is only happening inside your head.” Aurelia stepped forward and grabbed my arm, but I shook it off.

Worse still, I noticed that families from the thatch homes had heard the noise and begun to wander outside. If Crispus and Aurelia couldn’t see Radulf, then neither could they. All they would see was the boy from the amphitheater, wearing a glowing bulla worth years of their income, yelling at an empty road. Now I was not only dangerous and valuable; I was a madman as well.

“Let’s go home.” Crispus spoke gently, like I was a child. “All of us together. C’mon, Nic.”

But my attention flew back to Radulf, who said, “Two hundred years ago, while Nero was emperor, a great fire destroyed nearly all of Rome. It burned for six days and nights. Some think that Nero started the fire himself, to clear away old homes and make room for his new palace.” He paused and looked at the thatch homes around him. Not everyone had come outside. But those who had were pointing at me, no doubt thinking about the reward my capture could give them.

“Do you think that story’s true, Nic? Would a leader of Rome, even their hero, really harm his own people to get something he wanted?”

“No.” Panic rose inside me. “Don’t do this!”

But he raised his hands together and a ball of fire formed between them. He threw it at the home closest to him, which immediately lit with flame. The people around it screamed and went running. More people emptied from their homes as Radulf formed a second ball of fire, and then a third. Within seconds, homes on both sides of the road were engulfed in flame, and it was spreading.

I looked around, unsure of my capabilities, but certain I had to do something. I glanced up at the skies, wondering if it was possible to create a rainstorm. If it was, I had no idea how to make it happen. Maybe that was a good thing anyway — I didn’t dare stay out here if the storm also created lightning. I had to think of something else. Aurelia was yelling at me from behind, and Crispus was likely doing the same, but I couldn’t hear either of them. Why couldn’t they have stayed in the baths when I asked them to?

The baths!

I turned my focus there, on the open-air pool. Could I do that, pull at something so formless and vast as all that water? I had to try.

I gathered the bulla’s magic in my arms and then used it to call to the water. I didn’t need much — just enough to put out the fires. For a few moments, I wasn’t sure if anything would happen, but then above the noise of burning and the people’s cries, I heard the splashing of water. It traveled as if through an invisible tube, and with each hand, I sent half to each row of homes, letting it rain down on them like waterfalls. But, as with everything I attempted, there was so much more water than I had intended. It came down like an ocean had overturned on us, creating a river in the streets that forced the people still there to run behind me, away from the deluge.

I hoped that at least it would carry Radulf away in its current, but it didn’t. He wasn’t truly here, so the water passed through him like he was made of air.

“You are stronger than I thought.” For the first time, Radulf sounded worried. Then his voice turned icy. “But only because of that bulla. No matter how much power it has, you will always be weaker than me. Because I don’t care about any of those people behind you. I will sacrifice them all to get that bulla!”

“Everyone get out of here!” I yelled to the crowd.

“Why?” a man yelled back. “So you can finish destroying our homes? Get him!”

I threw a hand toward them, intending to create some sort of invisible barrier between us. Instead, it threw the people back, like they had been pushed by giants. Where they had stood, a vast ditch opened up in the ground, too wide for them to jump and too deep for them to climb through. One man fell in while trying to lunge at me, and I yelled for the others to help him get out, then to stay back.

Ahead of me, Radulf snarled and drew in a deep breath so forceful that it pulled in dirt from the higher grounds, which writhed and swirled around him like a horde of angry snakes. Once it had collected, he threw everything forward. It came at me like a storm, full of violent wind, dust, and rocks that hit me head-on.

I held up both hands, hoping to contain enough of the storm to protect Crispus and Aurelia, and the others behind me. They might not be able to see Radulf, and for all I knew, they couldn’t see this storm either, but surely they’d be able to feel it.

Radulf continued sending anything his fierce wind could pick up, rocks and downed branches and parts of the homes that were shredding apart. I didn’t dare let it fly past me and hit someone else, so I took all of it, absorbing the blows as best as I could.

“What is he doing?” I vaguely heard Aurelia shouting behind me. “Crispus, help me across! We have to grab him.”

I didn’t know how she intended to get across the ditch, or if Crispus was helping her, but I couldn’t pay attention to them now. Instead, I pulled my hands together and tried to gather the storm, letting it build in my hands the same way it had done for Radulf.