“Disappointment,” Kian said. “You shall feel it, Eavan, and it will not be half the pain felt by my own.”
“You’re being so strange. Let us out, please. I need something to drink, and this is terribly uncomfortable.” She frowned. “This magic is very unusual. You can tell me about it later, and I shall tell you of those who used it against us in error.”
Kian nodded to Aian, who flew away, out of sight. As they waited, he let the silence stand between them. Eavan was too anxious to fill it with her own pleas, for something was wrong, and a part of her wished she could return to the moment before he’d arrived, where she could still look to him as her savior.
When Aian returned, a young woman with spring green hair was with him. She carried a pitcher and two mugs. Kian took both from her and
