Chapter 8
The crossing to Parnese took three days, but at least the weather, though lacking wind at times, was pleasant enough.
Not so pleasant was the constant scrutiny of the red priests. Paulette was harmless, I’d decided, but Castin Naldi watched me whenever I was in his presence. His attempts to probe my power were much subtler than Paulette’s had been, but I still felt them, and held my mirror shield steady.
My father, however, seemed unconcerned about the strength of my sorcery. He’d told me he felt my power all the way from Parnese, and that seemed to suffice. I only hoped he was right, and that I’d be able to gain full control over my flames.
The cabin I shared with Paulette was adequate for one person but cramped with two. After a somewhat restless night, I slipped down from
