“That is not a surprise. The ring was on her finger, quelling her caster affinities. And even if it wasn’t, she was probably quite distraught and unfocused, given her reception.”
“Fair enough.”
“What will I be able to do with this skill?” I ask, my curiosity growing.
“That depends on your imagination. We should test it.”
“Yes. I agree.” Zander nods. “Let us not waste time.”
“Wow. You both agree on something,” I mock.
Zander’s eyebrow arches. “Unless you’d rather I call Abarrane here with her blades.”
“As fun as that sounds …” The desire to stretch to my tiptoes and kiss Zander is overwhelming. I spin and head for the wagon before I lose that battle.
Zander’s chuckles follow us.
“Am I mistaken, or has something shifted between you two?” Gesine whispers.
A faint smile curls my lips as I remember how little there was between us last night. “You’re not mistaken.”
She hums. “Good.”