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and Nesryn convinced the khagan to send aid?
How would Chaol even learn where he was,
what had happened to all of them, when
they’d been scattered to the winds?
“You think too much, young king.”
“Better than too little,” he muttered.
Damaris warmed again. He could have
sworn it had been in amusement.
Cyrene chuckled. “Do not think of the eye
color so much as demand it.”
“How did you learn this without
instruction?”
“The power is in me now,” the spider said
simply. “I listened to it.”
Dorian let a tendril of his magic snake
toward the spider. She tensed. But his magic
brushed up against her, gentle and inquisitive
as a cat. Raw magic, to be shaped as he
desired.
He willed it toward her—willed it to find