“They’re all Tier Seven or higher. And if they have a mage in their group, he’ll be strong enough to see the wave of your spell.”
“Great,” she hissed, praying to Shivnath that the Imperials would leave soon. “Just great.”
It was impossible to say how long she and Effrax huddled there. Between her discomfort and the panic rising in her chest, it felt like ages. Finally they heard the riders leave. They sat and waited until the sounds of the soldiers had faded.
Once again, it was just the two of them. Effrax’s breath on her cheek. The beat of her pulse ringing in her ears. If he was as uncomfortable as she was, he was doing an excellent job hiding it. He was as still as if he’d been carved from granite, crushed against her side. Was he not bothered, or was he trying to be respectful of he
