After our post-s*x haze and the intrusion of him, I walked out of the shower to Azric waiting by the fire.
Sevrin standing with his back to the room, blade pressed to a whetstone he wasn’t even using.
Both of them looking like they were hanging on by a f*****g thread.
I sighed but I didn’t speak.
I didn’t need to.
Azric’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t say anything at today."
I dropped into the nearest chair. “Nope.”
“And they chose you anyway.”
“They felt me.”
Sevrin turned around slowly, something dark in his expression. “That wasn’t just your power though, twas it?"
My mouth went dry. “I don't know”
“I think it may be mine, but something else pushed it.”
I hesitated. "I heard a voice. THAT voice we all heard earlier.”
Both of them froze.
Azric crossed to me, fast, crouching
