He drops the first ring to the ground. The one that detects ghosts. Then the one that detects demons. The rings fall to the ground with barely a sound, and Shae’s hands stay steady, the same steadiness he relies on when closing dead eyes and laying bodies to rest. The last three all have the same purpose. Silver bands set with ruby and onyx and jade, all enchanted to hide his soul from scrying. Shae tears them from his fingers and flings them aside. Remnants of magic shiver over his skin.
