Dagaz

“What do you mean, ‘yet’?” Engel asked. He swallowed hard, remembered Andrev.

“Old Master has not spoken to the pale-haired stranger in a while,” Jente said. She lowered her hand and straightened up, hands clasped behind her back as if she were standing guard. “Dagaz is on his way.”

“You said they had to come unseen.”

“No mortal would see him.” Jente elbowed Engel lightly, and he realized this was the first time he’d seen her smile in a long time. “Now come on. Pretend. So they can learn.”

Engel sighed and obeyed. “Dagaz is your favorite, isn’t he?”