“And that is why I have come to you, Miranda. It was my hope that a prima of your vast gifts might be able to restore what was taken from me.”
For a second or two, she only stared back at him, as though she wasn’t quite sure of what he was asking…or maybe simply didn’t want to acknowledge it. Then she offered him a rueful smile and said, “I think you may have overestimated my abilities.”
“I am not so sure of that,” he returned. “After all, you defeated my half-brother Simon. That could not have been an easy feat.”
Her expression turned grim for a moment. “No, it wasn’t. But I also had help.”
She stopped there. Ava had a feeling she wasn’t going to explain how the demon lord Loc had swooped in to provide his own unique assistance, probably because said demon lord was now happily living
