“Look,” he told her. “I’ll bring you with me the next time I go to Cyoria, okay?”
She gave him a startled look as her mind processed what he said and then looked away with a pout. For a moment, he thought she wouldn’t say anything, but then her mind stopped cycling between different emotions and settled on faint, suppressed hope.
“You promise?” she finally mumbled after a few seconds.
“Yes,” he said seriously. “I promise.”
In the back of his mind, Zorian realized he really meant it, too. When he finally decided to go back to Cyoria, he was bringing Kirielle with him. It wasn’t sensible in the least—it would cost him considerable time and attention to keep an eye on her and she would be in far greater danger than if he left her behind—but he was going to do it anyway. Not just for K
