Xervan, his back turned, hadn’t seen it, but Damas looked curiously at me.
I gritted my teeth and stepped back, telling the sword to knock it off, even as the implications of the magical urge hammered home. The dark elves had to know I was here. One of them was using his power to try to compel me to take out Xervan. Terror clutched me at the thought that it might have worked. He was expecting an attack from ahead, not from the ally behind him.
No. I pushed my blade down, pointing the tip at the ground. No, it wouldn’t have worked. I was too strong to be manipulated that way.
I hoped.
I’m going in. Xervan walked toward the lake without looking back. You are cloaked, but wait a minute for me to engage them, so they are too distracted to search for my allies.
But I wasn’t as cloaked as I
