Ardenti
Valerian and I stayed with Melisande for one more day in her whimsical home. The time filled itself with uncomfortable silences and tension. He obviously hid something from me, what, I couldn't be sure. I knew without a doubt it involved what happened when he died.
The sorceress agreed. She took to watching him constantly with unfailing distrustful eyes. Under normal circumstances I would have simply demanded the truth from him. He was too injured to demand anything from him, and something dark lurked in the backs of his eyes.
We didn't have many workable options for how to control the magic exploding out of me. Melisande worked tirelessly to make me a charm that would help control my magic. Only for the time being, there was no entirely effective or permanent solut
