Eithan and Yerin began cycling their madra. Lindon’s gut tightened. “Wait a minute. This is going to look like we’re trying to outdo him. Or scare him off.” He was also concerned that a display of their overwhelming madra might come across as an attack. “Don’t worry, I know Naru Huan well. He will appreciate this.” Something in Eithan’s tone made Lindon look closer at his face. “Will he really?” “The word ‘appreciate’ can have so many definitions, don’t you think?”
