She gave him another tight, brief hug, then spun and walked off before he could say anything. He opened his hand slowly. The ring was silver, three bands twisted together in a distinctive pattern. Davian stared at it, dazed. The last time he’d seen this ring, Malshash had been destroying it in Deilannis. He hesitated for a long moment. Then he slipped the ring onto his finger, shaking his head slightly at the familiar weight. Taking a deep breath, he nodded to Ishelle, and they made their way toward the cluster of red-cloaked Gifted. It was time to move
