Another touch on his arm made him jump. Roxanne was there, offering him a switchblade.
“Come on,” she said. “We’re next.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN“The embers of war remain smoldering long after the fires have burned out.”
~ Re’thelle de-Tagri’thai, Seventh Age
Roxanne’s heightened hearing caught every word between Fletcher and Danisan, and she burned with indecision. She didn’t know whether she should try to talk with Fletcher or whether she should keep as far away from the situation as possible.
Probably the latter, she thought, stabbing a fingertip with her switchblade and envisioning a place she knew by heart. I’m the last person who should give advice about love.
She pressed her finger to the portal. The spell was intangible and weightless. Only a flare of warmth and a tingling sensation
