An Unforeseen Pivot
Wrath darkened my robe into a black that resembled an onyx stone. There’s a Teuton working for Baba, I growled, reaching a finger out to judge the anklet’s strength. To mortal eyesight, it would look like a standard piece of jewelry. But the violet-black threads pulsing around it revealed its true purpose—a shackle. Dark energy prickled along my fingertip.
“He works with one sorcerer,” my mother whispered, her voice breaking. My plans to free her and my siblings had grown infinitely more complicated.
I can sense the magic in this anklet, I told my mother, having run my finger along its length from one side of her foot to the other. It’s not causing me any pain. I’m guessing that’s its purpose, though? To shock you if you do . . . what?
My mother cowered, muffling he
