Misa had gotten her wild imagination under control by the time Royle returned, and she was beginning to feel Tika’s magic slowly trickling back in. He waited with her as she returned the extraneous magic to the earth before urging her to follow him. His impatience got under her skin, but no matter how much Misa prodded, he did not reveal where he planned to take her.
He led her to the same carriage he had used to take her and Sha’ka to the mountains.
“Is that where you went?” Misa asked, studying the stallion’s powerful shoulder twitch. They had left it with Torren, and Misa had thought Royle told the lieutenant to take the mount to the purgehouse stables while he took Misa to change. “To get your horse back?”
Royle let out a nervous chuckle. “You could say that. Hop on.
