“You … you were a priestess at Parthos?” She nodded. “Priestess, witch … and now sorceress.” “But if you were human, where’d your magic come from?” She’d said Apollion granted her long life, not power. Her gray eyes darkened like the stormy sea she’d sailed across long ago. “When Apollion found my ship, he was ripe with power. He’d just consumed Sirius. I don’t think he intended it, but when his magic … touched me, something transferred over.”
