“You are a witch.” Truyde stepped away, ashen-faced. “Witch. You practice sorcery. I saw it—” “You saw nothing.” “It was aëromancy,” Truyde whispered. “Now I know your secret, and it reeks far worse than mine. Let us see how far you can pursue Triam from the pyre.”
Damn not Truyde having the tea on Ead now. This is about to get messssssy
