As Kamira finished the binding spell, she inspected Veelk, who was sitting relaxed in a chair in her chamber. Nearby, Koshmarnyk watched them with curiosity, having been subjected to the same spell earlier on. She might have been vague when talking to Fyertash, but the truth was that she had to know if the spell affected her friends.
“Are you sure you felt nothing?” she asked when Veelk showed no reaction, just like Koshmarnyk moments before. “No magic strings reaching out for you? No energy binding your moves?”
Veelk stretched lazily. “I told you the demon had played you. You shouldn’t trust anything that scoundrel says.” There was no reprimand in his voice, only playfulness, as if he was challenging her to abandon her concerns.
She nodded, not ready to give in to the lighter mood just
