Still

“Yes,” Andrev agreed. He gazed into the golden depths of the flames and imagined, for one moment, they were the same color as Kana’s eyes had been when she laughed. “There is no one like her.”

“It would seem that there is no one like you either,” Rastaban said.

Andrev frowned. “You saw Dalinor.”

“Yes, but even he agreed you’re not like him.” Rastaban cast a pointed look at Andrev’s forehead where he’d let his hair fall messily as before. “You are much more powerful than him, it would seem.”

“But far less controlled.”

“We still have work to do.”