“You told them?” Etheera asked, turning away from the group that had gathered around Peter, who was passing around the artifacts assigned to them. The ones waiting impatiently around him were all young and looking excited, like they were going to some fun event; the older members of the Order stood back with grim expressions.
Iris watched with a frown, her arms crossed and eyebrows knitted together. She had refused to take an artifact—there weren’t enough for everyone in any case—saying she could handle herself without it.
They might have seen through my plan, Etheera thought with a hint of amusement. The smarter ones had probably realized that the artifacts were just a means to boost their confidence and determination. There was no way for an artifact with a single function to actually
