Leaving the boy's path. You can die fast. He will help.
The Inquisitor spoke without hatred. Like the weather, it was real. Walking onto the causeway, his boots made no sound on the stone. On this little stretch, all I could hear was the wind, his chilly presence, and my heart beating. Behind him, at the main gates, a conflict was happening.
Rowan grumbled against me, gaining weight as his power declined. "Go away," he whispered. "Run."
I disregarded him. The Inquisitor was my target. I saw masters like Lyra, Caelan, and Garok fight. He was different. He rested. His balance was superb. A death sculpture. I detected no twitches, tells, or ghost clarity gaps. He was empty.
I lost a duel. I can't handle Rowan's blood. Not even the ghost's fury.
I wouldn't fight him over this.
I wanted t
