Kamira’s first instinctive reaction was to bring up her barrier, but Veelk dashed forward. Before Bayena’s body hit the floor, he closed his fist around her hand and the device. Whatever the contraption was meant to do, he must have stopped it, and Kamira let her magic disperse once more.
The young woman behind the body looked at him. “Does this make us even?” she asked with somber seriousness.
His expression softening, Veelk nodded.
The sound of the young woman’s voice allowed Kamira to finally place her among many memories. Her features were gentler than those of her father, but when she spoke, Atissa sounded much like Yoreus did. Their eyes met.
“Koshmarnyk made it back,” Kamira said without hostility. No matter what Atissa’s goals were, her help deserved acknowledging. “He told me
