“Sigrun’s under a spell,” I said to Aasim.
“I don’t sense anything. How can you be sure?”
“Let me try something for a second, I will need control over your wolf senses for this.”
“Alright, go ahead Lexia,” said Aasim, dialing down his control and letting me gain access to him with a hint of my witch essence and succubus powers.” Finally, we could sense what was missing. With my witch-sight now activated, I could see the traces of the spell, the red tinge of smoky texture string flowed a path straight to Sigrun’s wrist.
We made it to the seating area in the room. I sat quietly listening as Sigrun and Wolfram continued to talk. She had begun filling in on the things and people she had discovered on her journey, but not yet had she openly discussed the plan we had made about the thing
