Chadstone turned to face his elders. They arrived in shadows and mist, rolling around the edges of the dimension he’d created to keep Dakshana from their prying eyes for a little longer.
“Well?” Chadstone lifted his head and met their gazes, every inch the arrogant and proud personification.
“You know, then,” the Ancient said. His eyes gleamed, crocodile-hungry.
Chadstone didn’t know at all, but he nodded once, sharply.
“We gave her her life in exchange for the mortal man’s,” the Ancient said, “and we gave her the magic as a gift. We’re just here to collect on our investment.”
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