Chapter 22, Avva
“Did you know there’s a flaw with your spell to block scrying?” Mauricio asked me. He had removed my gag, but I didn’t answer. He was the type to spill all of his secrets when he thought he had won, and he definitely thought he had won. I was just letting him talk. He was so proud of himself I didn’t have to prod him one bit. A wave of nausea washed over me. He disgusted me. Not to mention Mr. I-took-to-food-conjuring-like-I-was-born-to-it apparently couldn’t conjure more than stale bread and flat water. No surprise there. My hands had remained bound the entire time Mauricio had kept me prisoner, but I had been working at breaking the spell on my bonds, and I just about had it. It should only take a few more minutes to be able to get up and walk out of here, but I wanted this pri
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