4
Ryell’s fists clenched whenever he thought of Veelk. The mage killer’s unexpected return had ruined the plan to learn more of Kamira’s conversation with the stranger, but the one sentence Ryell heard made his blood boil. His nails dug deep into his palms, marking his skin, and Ryell gritted his teeth. He should forget about her. But his heart objected to the reason, reminding him of Kamira’s face and the scent of her hair. No matter how hard he tried to replace that picture with the memory of Atissa, his own mind betrayed him. And even when he persuaded himself how foolish it was to waste time on a deceitful demonologist, his feelings demanded he wouldn’t give up on returning Kamira to the path of the good and the righteous. The evil didn’t claim her, not yet, but she refused to listen
