It was the explosion that forced her to turn. She and the rest of the waiting apprentices were rocked on their feet. She hadn't heard what Luther had said to Hal - at least not the part about bedding together. She'd missed Hal's look in her direction.
In fact. Gray-blue eyes would blink in Hal's direction, noting the change. Feeling the change. She didn't recognize him at first.
And even when she realized who it was, she realized he was not the same man. Never would be. Far was he from the boy she'd been stranded on the island with. The wind was cold on top of that tower, icy from the use of Hal's magic. It plucked strands of summer-auburn hair away from her face like sharpened shards.
The empath remained silent, slowly shutting out the feelings of the archons. The apprentices. The dreadlords.
Everyone.
She had a plan. It would take years. But time was the least of her problems.
In fact. Gray-blue eyes would blink in Hal's direction, noting the change. Feeling the change. She didn't recognize him at first.
And even when she realized who it was, she realized he was not the same man. Never would be. Far was he from the boy she'd been stranded on the island with. The wind was cold on top of that tower, icy from the use of Hal's magic. It plucked strands of summer-auburn hair away from her face like sharpened shards.
The empath remained silent, slowly shutting out the feelings of the archons. The apprentices. The dreadlords.
Everyone.
She had a plan. It would take years. But time was the least of her problems.
