As she poured the black salt over the key, Silas lowered into a squat, watching her with keen interest. “Perhaps while you’re under my employment, you’ll also find time to teach me about your magic,” he murmured, pressing his forearms to his knees. Ivy smiled, tilting her face towards him. “Only if you promise to be a good student,” she teased. The red in his eyes brightened. “I assure you, I’m very attentive.” She didn’t doubt that for a single second.
