Even with black smudges under his eyes, an ashen complexion, and his hair sticking up in several places, Terobe was still a handsome looking young man. Three red angry stripes were visible on the left side of his face from where he had laid on it for too long.
As Jinxabell stepped into the room, his face lit up, but it quickly turned sour when he looked behind her, the smile bleeding from his face immediately. In a tight voice, he asked. “What is she doing here?”
Jinxabell froze in her tracks. It seemed the wind had been knocked out of her sails as she stared in horror at Terobe.
He can see her?
Does it mean the cloaking spell did not work, or had it waned?
Questions sailed through her mind at top speed but no ready answer came to her.
She turned to look behind her and noticed the sh
