Not wanting them to stumble onto their weapons, I whisked those pesky items off to my alchemist parlor with little more than a passing thought. Then, I set to my deliciously fun task. Weaving between the soldiers, I brushed an arm here, grazed a cheek there. I was the unseen ghost whose presence prickled down their spines. This brilliantly maniacal waltz ended when I found myself nose to nose with Doralious. Unlike the others, he didn’t yelp or start in surprise. “We were friends once.” Lips pulling from his teeth in disdain, Doralious’s hands balled into fists at his sides. “Do you forget
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