“We can’t be far from each other, if I remember the spell correctly.” “Far from each other? Like, how far?” His gaze scans the room as if he’d rather look anywhere but at my face. “I don’t know the limits.” “Try to know them.” He shifts his weight again, this time sighing like I’m a nuisance. Me. I’m not the one who ignited some weird-ass spell from centuries long past. “Perhaps forty yards is the limit.” Forty yards? Panic claws up my throat.
