Odett’s POV
Uncle James reviewed the proposal twice before giving a slow nod.
“It protects their spells without allowing a border guard to hold the only record,” he said.
“Send the question back to them,” Uncle James instructed calmly.
“Do not write it as a demand,” he added.
Dad let us write the question back to the coven. Orian read every sentence, pointing out where I sounded as if I were issuing an order instead of asking for trust. An hour later, my head hurt more than it did after combat training.
“I would rather fight the entire coven,” I complained with an exhausted expression as Joshy and I collected our schoolbooks.
“That would probably damage the cooperation agreement,” Joshy replied with a tired smile.
‘Only if someone survives to complain,’ Lorilie added with a pleased
