When Kamira walked into the chamber, both demons were at their usual spots, engaged in a quiet conversation. Their body language suggested they were at ease around each other, and Kamira couldn’t help wondering how much of it was a game between them. Veranesh might have had the upper hand, but she doubted that after centuries of being imprisoned he’d turn his back on any other demon, and Fyertash might have been setting up his own game in which gaining Veranesh’s trust played an important role.
As she approached, Fyertash took off without a word.
“Pactee,” Veranesh said.
He landed softly in front of her, but the wind still hit her, and she fought for balance while her lungs fought for breath all of a sudden. As soon as she ensured her footing, she stood motionless, controlling the air s
