Outtake from Chapter 41
Avery pulled me into the warm hall, his light hair dripping with water. His blue robes sewn with gold details of empyrean leaves were darkened due to the wet, and his tan leather boots bore marks of wet mud. I spelled all this away from myself and then from him until he stared at me with wide, questioning eyes.
“Is something the matter, Mistress?” he asked sweetly. “Why were you walking in the rain like that?”
I shook my head. “I hardly think that my traipsing under a bit of opened heavens is important at the moment. We need to talk.”
“So you say.”
He asked for a passing Fae for some hot tea and ordered it be directed to the private room upstairs. The girl, not much older than Laurie in appearance, blushed and curtsied to the both of us before leaving. I peeke
