CHAPTER 11
The following day passed with me hiding in my room, my nose in a book, focusing on finding any kind of instructions for that skin-inking spell. It was the only thing holding me together.
The two callers who were assigned to me came and went from my chamber, bringing me food and a fresh set of clothes. They made my bed, rekindled my blue fire and cleaned my room. My room, where I lived most of my life before I left for Paiza.
The room was the same as the day I walked out. The marble bed still hovered a few inches above the floor. The leather couch and its two matching chairs still perched before a blue fire that erupted from a marble bowl. The shelves remained held up by magic, decorating the windowless walls, but floated aimlessly. I used to have pots with colorful plants the
