“No, not at all,” Ayanna said. “We have been forced to search farther afield for this cycle’s sacrifice. We were lucky to stumble across you in New Angouleme, away from the protection of your uncle.”
“Excuse me?” That sounded ominous. “Sacrifice?” Damn, the pistol wobbled in her hand, which didn’t add to her show of rebellion. It wasn’t heavy, but her body had been strained to its limits.
“I see,” Ayanna said. “There appear to be more holes in your education than we anticipated. You have been taught about the world spell, yes?”
“Every elf knows about that. I’m not an idiot.” The spell the elves cast that prevented new technology from advancing beyond a certain limit. Why guns still existed, but not the tanks or rockets that had dominated the Last War, which she only learned about in his
