Lila’s ice-blue eyes scanned Helena’s face in an instant. “You look nearly frozen. Come over here. Luc’s got a fire, he’ll make it warm for you.”
They reached the group that Lila had broken away from, all members of the same battalion. They were gathered around the fireplace, and in the centre sat Luc, their god-touched Principate, slouched like a schoolboy and teasing the flames with his fingertips. With the flick of his fingers, the flames took shapes and danced across the logs like acrobats, their light gilding him.
Luc was smaller in both build and height than almost all of them, barring a few of the girls. Even Lila’s twin brother, Soren, who was regarded as small for a paladin, had a good several inches on Luc.
People said it was something about pyromancers, they just tended to be
