Desa didn’t realize how late it was until she went running out her front door. The sky was black with distant stars twinkling faintly. A crescent moon hung over the city, its silver light falling on the pyramid.
She skidded to a stop at the foot of the porch steps, then wiped the sweat off her brow. She had been Field Binding for almost two hours, making a new arsenal of weapons. The process was invigorating – communing with the Ether healed her body and soothed her mind – but also tiring.
The front door swung open, allowing Kalia to spill out onto the porch. “Where are you going?” the other woman panted. “You just came tearing up the stairs. You didn’t even stop to talk to me.”
In truth, Desa hadn’t even realized that her partner had returned from Leean’s house. She had been so consume
