Chapter Fifty-Three
For a moment, the fear of being magically bound into perpetual service threatened to overwhelm me. Then I remembered Tahlia. She was still somewhere behind me, trying to break the geas. Part of me longed to shout at her to hurry, but I knew that she would need every ounce of concentration she could muster if she was going to pull off the impossible.
All I could do was try to buy her a few more moments, while I still had the will to do so.
Another small blade whistled past my ear, speeding toward the magi from Namir’s fingers, even as the priest lay wounded on the floor. But the magi saw the weapon coming. He raised his hand without missing a beat of his spell casting. The blade stopped in midair and clattered harmlessly to the floor.
Both Tashidi and Akil advanced t
