“I understand.”
“Do you?” Sonea seemed relieved. “Good. I trust I can expect great things from you, Elizabeth. You might just be the breath of fresh air we needed.” Her voice lowered. “And remember, please; you would do well to drop your guard. People won’t wonder what it is you hide, if you bombard them with all you’re not.”
“What—”
“That is enough for today, children. Don’t want anyone to accidently go deaf and have me fired, do we?” And with steps as soft as her voice, Sonea Cross returned to her world of Illusions.
By lunch time, Ehrien’s group had already been introduced to Amell Ryker’s mind-control and Finn Salnom’s potion making.
Amell had a kind soul, contrary to his appearance, but he was strict and did not enjoy games or foul play in any way. Just as Sonea had, he began his
