The blond elf’s face returned to its former state. “You come for Varick of Lar Keiren?” He shook his head. “No, little sister. You come here with stolen power.” Terror clutched me in sharp claws, but I didn’t miss his words. “I’m no kin to you, demon.” Rhys’s features smoothed over his face, and when he spoke, Rhys’s brogue colored his tone. “Aye, and more than you know.” The laughter echoed in my ear again. The blond’s face shifted back. His fist flew. Darkness swallowed me.
