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Her dark eyes slid to him. “Well, I don’t
have any, so forgive me if I remain alert.”
No, she’d once told him that while magic
flowed in the Lochan bloodline, she had none
to speak of. He’d never told her that he’d
always considered her cleverness to be a
mighty magic on its own, regardless of
Anneith’s whisperings.
Elide went on, “It’s not the wights I’m
worried about.”
Lorcan assessed the quiet river flowing by,
the caves around them, before he said, “It will
take time for her to readjust.”
She stared at him with those damning eyes.
He braced his forearms on his knees. “We
got her back. She’s with us now. What more
do you want?” From me, he didn’t need to
add.
Elide straightened. “I don’t want
anything.” From you.