“A charm?” Nyktos surmised. He cocked his head. “I don’t know of anything that could be placed on a person to prevent such a thing.” “You wouldn’t, would you? Not as a Primal of Death.” Penellaphe smiled. “But I am not just a goddess of Loyalty and Duty, I am also a goddess of Wisdom.” “Meaning,” Nyktos said, a slow grin appearing, “you know more than I do, and I should shut the hell up?” Penellaphe’s eyes glimmered in the starlight. “Precisely.”
