Chapter 11
MY EYES FOCUSED ON the purple cloud. I didn’t want to run away with what that meant. I wanted to stay in the moment. I was finally before my father.
“What’s that?” I asked, gesturing to the strange magic. I looked around. It didn’t appear to be dangerous, but it was strange and something I wasn’t familiar with.
The High Warlock nodded his head. “I apologize. I conjured a spell to understand how you are feeling, but as you don’t seem to be able to hide your feelings very well. I don’t believe I need such spells.”
I laughed, loudly, and tears escaped my eyes. I wiped them away quickly. He was learning a lot about me already.
The High Warlock, whose eyes held wrinkles that only time bestowed, stared at me with even greater interest now. “Why have you come today, Ava?” he asked
