The nightfly lifted from her forearm without a sound and hovered just above the flames of the campfire. Its crystal eyes stared at Kamira, ignoring Veelk, who was already asleep.
“More questions, pactee?”
She could swear there was a coldness to his words, but without seeing his face, she couldn’t be sure. “I found the name of a demoness who had a pact back then,” she chose her words carefully, “and I want to talk to her.” Thin branches crackling in the fire was the only reply, and Kamira preferred it to the suggestion that she was about to strike a bargain with another demon. “She had a pact after the old Towers fell, so if the arcanists who survived knew anything, Pardayi likely knows it too.”
“Pardayi…” Veranesh huffed. “She’s one of the last yalari I’d trust with anything.” There was
