Ensnared (Sorcery and Science Book 5) by Ella Summers

him.
    Everett was shaking his head slowly. “But not all Elition lands are hidden away in these pockets. Eclipse is, but the rest of Elitia is right out there in front of our eyes.”
    “The Shroud that concealed the Elition lands was torn centuries ago,” Cameron explained. “Very few hidden pockets remain. Eclipse is one of them.”
    Jason turned to Isis, pointing at the tapestry. “That was remarkable.”
    The remaining symbols had locked back into place, and now color was quickly spreading over the entire surface of the fabric. Soon, it would look like any other tapestry.
    “Thank you.”
    “The Temple of Aurelia,” he said.
    “So it would seem.”
    “Do you know the best path there?”
    She bit her lip. “There’s nothing truly direct. Is there a portal from Eclipse to Pegasus?”
    “Yes. It will bring us to the forest between Rosewater and Chrysalis,” Jason told her.
    “Ok. There’s a portal from the Pegasus coast to the Strand of Aurelia. We’ll have to hike a bit, but we should be able to make it to the Temple of Aurelia in a few days.”
    Cameron perked up. “Then we can leave this afternoon.” After lunch, of course.
    “We’ll be facing an elite order of assassins and the Avans, probably led by Nemesis. I think you should stay behind. It’s not safe,” Isis told him.
    “What? No!” he shouted. “She’s my sister, Isis.”
    Everett’s mouth gaped open. He looked from Jason to Cameron, smashing his palm against his forehead. “Sister. Of course. It all makes sense now.”
    Oops. Cameron sighed. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
    “You are the son of the high king of Elitia.”
    Maybe. Cameron sealed his lips.
    “Sorin Storm, the missing Elition boy. You, my friend, are worth one hundred thousand Crowns.”
    “I’m not a boy,” Cameron grumbled.
    “A man then,” Everett said, giving him a congenial smile.
    Cameron hoped he wasn’t already mentally spending the reward money.
    Jason positioned himself between them, his eyes cold and dark. “Do we have a problem here, mercenary?”
    “Actually, yes.” Everett’s eyes shifted from Cameron to Jason and back again. “I’m completely confused. What exactly is your name then?” he chuckled.
    Jason stepped back. The tension melted off of Cameron’s body. Everett wasn’t going to turn him in. He’d become too intertwined in their lives. He wasn’t Elition, but he was one of them now. A man of Eclipse.
    “It’s complicated,” said Cameron.
    “Elition things always are.”
    Cameron couldn’t argue with that. “I was born Sorin Storm, though I don’t have any memories of those early months. The Revs who found me named me Cameron. I decided to stick with it.”
    “But you took on Storm for your last name?” Everett asked.
    “The Revs didn’t know my lineage, and they didn’t bother making up a last name for me. I was just Cameron. I’d always wanted a last name. Everyone else had them. So when I found out who my family really was, I became Cameron Storm. Or, to be more precise, Mythos Cameron Cross Storm.”
    “Long,” said Everett.
    “Elition naming is designed to track family lines through the generations,” Jason told him. “That necessitates some complexity.”
    “Where does ‘Mythos’ come in?”
    “It’s my formal name, the one used with those not close to me,” said Cameron. “Elitions get a power name around the age of twelve, when we go through the Passing.”
    “Passing?” Everett asked.
    “Elitions are not born with all our abilities turned on,” explained Cameron. “Our senses improve gradually for the first decade of life, then by the time we reach adolescence, our individual gifts have surfaced. This is also the same time our physical attributes change, giving us a distinctively Elition appearance.”
    “Like not-quite-human hair,” Isis said, twirling a pink-blonde lock around her finger.
    “This time of physical and mental metamorphosis is highlighted by a ceremony called the