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Kamira sat on the floor with old scraps of cloth on her crossed legs and a needle between her lips. She fastened the fabric together with little thought toward its end, perhaps a bag or a cloak, while rehashing all the points of the intricate lie she was about to weave. How much easier it would have been to simply tell Ryell the truth and ask for his help, but his ties to Yoreus made such thoughts a dangerous fantasy. Even if he didn’t take part in the archmage’s plots willingly, Atissa might be manipulating him. Besides, with Ryell’s demon hate running deep, Kamira would have a difficult time convincing him anyway.
Veelk stopped sharpening his keshal. “Your conscience is going to kill you.”
“I feel like I’m turning into a high mage.” She didn’t hide her displeasure. “When I became a
