Tyler knew what was coming.
Vincent intended to burn him.
He had seen the young Lord do it many times to many people.
A wicked grin had taken the place of the snarl the young Lord had had three seconds earlier.
Tyler had no chance to think.
He struck out at Vincent, hitting his Master full in the face, breaking his nose with one swipe of his arm.
Vincent had not seen it coming.
Vincent reeled backward, and the guards hit Tyler with every magic spell they had.
But they were bodyguards. Their training was with weaponry, which Tyler had rendered useless. Tyler Esteil was the Master of Miran House, and even back then, he had dealt with mages and spellcasters of various skill and dark intentions.
The Master of Miran House was fortified against much more powerful magic than the ordinary
