“From who?” “Not, who, young wizard. What.” She ran her fingers across the broken stone pieces. “I’ve heard many rumors from the Magic that speaks in only whispers I can hear. I heard rumor that the Premier’s daughter cannot enter the minds of others anymore. Quite a disappointment to the Orator’s Office. You were on track to be their favorite weapon.” Ismail touched the broken stone pieces and inhaled sharply. “Or,” her eyes flicked up, “it seems that has changed. You are no longer afraid.”
