"Did you find it?" Ava asked nervously, watching Averis sit cross-legged with her eyes closed and brows furrowed.
Sweat glistened on Averis's forehead like polished glass, yet her focus never wavered.
She knew how much it was required for her to be focused on her spell. One single mistake and she would be completely disconnected with her Lord.
Averis couldn't let that happen, not when he was surrounded by so many dangerous beings.
They were inside the mansion—but Averis's mind was far away, searching for something not in this realm.
When her Lord departed for the elven territory with that man, Averis knew following them would be pointless. The Dragon was far too sharp to be deceived.
That was why, rather than risking things, before they left, Averis had handed her Lord a small vial of her own blood.
It was part of a technique she had only recently developed—and still hadn't perfected.
