9
Koshmarnyk stood beside Veelk, hidden among the trees. His friend leaned against the trunk in a casual manner, but his eyes remained focused as he watched the scene in the clearing. Once, he called out the arcanist’s name, his voice ringing with impatience and ire, but nothing else in his posture or behavior suggested strong emotions.
“I’m guessing Gildya’s people aren’t as near as you said?” Koshmarnyk asked, more to prompt a conversation than to get the answer.
“Close enough. But we should have enough time, because they’re likely to rummage through the mansion first,” Veelk replied. He threw a glance at the clearing. “She’s nearly done anyway. Then, while we travel, we can sate your curiosity.” His lips stretched in a cunning smile. “I’m sure you have many questions.”
Koshmarnyk no
