68
Lincoln
I tighten my grip on my dagger. Now that Aldred has the Contagion in his power, a battle is almost certainly coming.
Chances are, it won’t be one I expect.
Aldred turns to Myla and grins. “While I’m at it, I should gather up as much magic as possible, don’t you think? It’s simply a matter of efficiency.” Aldred snaps his fingers. “Peli, cast the spell we discussed.”
Peli hops backward. “That casting was for the Contagion, not you.”
“Change of plans. Cast the spell… unless you want me to ask the Contagion to cast it. He has all the magic he needs to do so, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.” Peli says that word with all the excitement of accepting an invitation to a funeral. “I will cast it for you.”
Peli lifts his palms. A fresh haze of orange magic appears above his hands. When the pow
