Enslaved twin wolf's

er pointed ears. An elf, then. 'You are in possession of kingpeas, are you not?' She opens her mouth to talk, but the

all, inconspicuous pouch. She hands it to me with much hesitat

ttle blue beans stare back at me from t

o place her hand over his chest, over the wound. 'I'll place the peas above your palms, and you'll repe

ds that I had heard my mother say years ago.

ght. The magic is flowing into your veins, but only as a conduit. You h

ed up in concentration. 'Tu bac s

man jerks violently, his back arching sharply like a bow and his head turning wildly this way and

om life-threatening missions that left him with wounds deep enough to kill an ord

her mind at ease and allow the magic to work. I don't mention that som

a while. I begin to wonder if he's am

'I was attacked, and then... He looks up at our faces with a frown; I'm sure mine is totally impassive, but his sister

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wed emerald; colour floods his cheeks like they have been painted, a

rough my veins, a throbbing river of fire that makes me thirst

coat who had helped us. He's gone.

e was real. He had touched me. He told me ab

n into each other again. I can feel it. For now, I ha

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'm not suppose

t, I found it convenient enough

I go along. I wonder what Gylen has been up to.

e tingle of alarm goes off in my head, but I push it away.

ng is wrong, though. That I might have to