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Ryell paced on a small clearing and listened to every sound in the dark. Veelk hadn’t told him much except for a half-barked order to wait for him, and the more time passed, the more unsettled Ryell grew. Part of him regretted agreeing to that strange offer, but at the same time, he couldn’t pass on the promise to learn of Cahala’s whereabouts. No matter how he despised the mage killer and the idea of accepting his help, after weeks of fruitless inquires and dead ends, he had little choice, unless he wanted to waste his life away between Atissa’s embrace and Yoreus’s menial tasks.
Desperation bred his acceptance, but when he departed alone with Veelk, suspicions got the better of him. Kamira wasn’t with them, so Ryell might have been walking into a trap devised by the mage killer. Yet
