Oh, my boy, there you are! I’ve missed you so! His thoughts embraced me in a tightening net of fondness. I felt myself becoming the person that Chade imagined me to be. Like clay pressed into a brick mould, the parts of me he’d never known were being sheared away. Stop! Let me go! I have word for Dutiful and Nettle, news of Kelsingra and the Dragon Traders!
