“As you command, Your Excellence,” Khin said sullenly.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I said, and slipped out into the city.
Though the An-Zabati would not recognize me, there were Imperial guards who might. Feeling anxious, I ducked into a secluded alleyway to deepen my disguise.
With a breath to steel myself, I wove power with my right hand and passed it over my face. I only thickened my brows and loosened the skin around my mouth and eyes, but it was enough. Not even my own mother would have known me—nor my tutor, who knew me better—and the magic I had worked would leave only the slightest wake.
Though the spell was simple and the changes to my body only slight, I shivered as I fixed them in place. I still had nightmares of the time when I first tried to emulate my grandmother’s sorcery.
