Once the shamans were done, Chadstone sketched a spell in the air to follow them, then turned to seek Dakshana once more. He was alarmed at the way Srina cried so easily and was glad, momentarily, that he’d let her escape early.
Dakshana looked equally alarmed, but hugged Srina warily. “He didn’t hurt me,” she said, and Chadstone felt something strange, warm spread through his limbs.
“But he wanted to,” Srina wailed into Dakshana’s shoulder.
Minka glared at the wall, then rolled her eyes. “Stop making a scene and start weaving. Dakshana’s back, and now everything will be fine.”
“Promise?”
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