Chadstone wondered what it meant, that Dakshana positively purred with pleasure when she used the magic he’d shown her, but his own use of the same magic hurt her.
Her expression was languid, pleased as she invoked each rune. One by one her lips shaped the sounds, as if kissing the air, and he had to force himself to focus, ready his wits.
The rush of wind - cool, mortal, fragrant - that met him when the portal opened was divine.
“I did it,” Dakshana said, her voice low and awed.
Chadstone smiled to himself. She was as amazing as he’d imagined.
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