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“You do not have a conduit,” Tairn reminds me. Which means I can’t pinpoint my lightning strikes, especially not indoors.
Her long silver braid swings free of her hood as her attention whips in our direction, and her eerie red gaze jumps to mine
“You wielded your signet today. Behind the wards.”
“I sensed them,” he finally answers. “The same way they sense me.”
I can feel them calling to me, just like I can feel the source pulsing beneath my feet with its incomparable power…because
The magical barrier is doing more than protecting us from him—it’s protecting him from himself. His jaw flexes. “Even beyond the wards,”
Six nobles dressed in lushly embroidered tunics and gowns sit facing me at the closest end, representing each of Navarre’s six provinces.
“Which will embark on a quest to find and recruit the seventh dragon breed with an aim to increase our numbers and hopefully provide insight into killing the venin.”
You have three days to hold up your end of our bargain.
“I love you so much it hurts.”
“Something’s happening.” A quick glance down the tables makes my skin crawl. The only riders left in the gathering hall are Aretian.