To share the secret with another arcanist was like a burden lifted, but the silence that fell after Kamira finished speaking weighed heavy on her. Master Tijhran’s expression remained inscrutable, and with every passing heartbeat, it was harder to remain calm. In the past, he used to look at her in a similar way when he took his time choosing words of reprimand, as if it was important how he delivered his dissatisfaction with her.
Veelk was sitting on the floor, in the corner, his back comfortable against the wall, and with his head tilted downward he looked asleep, though she suspected he was listening. Throughout her story he didn’t speak even once, letting her deal with her own teacher as she saw best. Yet the lack of his usual comments left no space for levity or distraction, and she
