“Commander Vin’s.” Yvan turns to me, a look of fear on his face. “Are you sure?” His hand tightens on my shoulder. “Are you sure it wasn’t the Gardnerian military’s?” “Yes,” I insist as the flames in front of us engulf another tree, the sound of the destruction deafening. He turns back to the fire, eyes widening with deepening realization. “She gave you a rune-blocked wand.” “I don’t understand,” I say, scared of what this could mean.
