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“Let Thulisa do her work,” Bradamante heard Manat say inside her mind. “We don’t need to stay here.”
Manat strode the short distance to Bradamante’s bed, then tapped Bradamante between her eyebrows.
A breeze blew in from the sea.
Bradamante stood with her teacher on the white sand beach outside the white house.
“Manat, I…”
She didn’t know what to say.
Just that brief glimpse of Manat had already shaken Bradamante to her bones.
She knew her teacher was powerful. She had always known it.
But the power that emanated from Manat there in the infirmary was beyond anything Bradamante had ever felt before in her presence.
“Come with me,” Manat said. She took off at a brisk pace along the beach, away from the white house.
Bradamante hurried to match her stride.
To her left Bradamant
