“Zaire has gone to make sure that Alston, Ludcarab, and Cain have left,” Skender told Tenia softly. Torion sat cross-legged on the bed, a pad of paper in his lap and a pencil in his hand moving furiously across the page. His little face was scrunched up in concentration as he bit his bottom lip.
“How did you figure this out? When did you figure this out?” The questions rushed out of her through their bond.
“I told you I wanted to speak with you about something I’ve been working on with Torion,” he responded.
Tenia turned to look at him. The sound of his voice was hesitant, but she saw burning conviction in his eyes that what he’d been doing with Torion was good and right. She waited for him to continue.
“Zaire, Owan, and I have been working with Torion on his fighting skills and magic.
