“Corben?” The creature flew itself across the chamber to land on the vanity and screeched in his face. “All right, all right!” The blood mage ran fingers through the bird’s feathers, and an image formed in his mind so clearly, it was like he had been translocated. He blinked about at the parlor made up of dark stone, one he recognized, though there had been a bit of redecorating, sprawling plants climbing up the walls and a set of bright pink pillows on the sofa. And seated just between them— “Kitten?” Ammalie Avington’s sunshiny face beamed back at him. “Damien, come quick, our spell worked!”
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