“Good to see you, Andriel.”
“I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his duster, Marcus shut his eyes and drew a deep breath through his nose. “Nor did I,” he admitted. “I thought I would have to drag Desa back here tied up in a sack.”
Andriel was studying her nails, seemingly unconcerned with whether or not Desa ever returned to their homeland. “You could have just let her go,” she mumbled. “It’s not as if we’re starved for Field Binders.”
“Desa was one of our most talented initiates. It makes sense that the Prelate would want her returned to Aladar.”
Andriel stretched, arching her back and folding her hands behind her head. “If you ask me,” she began, “it wasn’t about bringing back a talented Field Binder. It was about preventing Desa from sharin
