![]() ![]() “You were going to attack a Level Five Gardnerian Mage,” he says, more a statement than a question. “That was.brave, what you just did,” I tell him awkwardly, clutching at Professor Kristian’s books, hesitant to compliment him. ![]() His green eyes lock onto mine as he slides the vial into his pants pocket.įeeling wildly self-conscious, I go and fish my books out from under a nearby table and straighten to find Yvan still watching me, his brow tensed as if he’s trying to figure something out. But then he walks over and takes it, his warm fingers brushing against my own, sparks lighting on my skin as my pulse quickens. You know as well as I do that it won’t cure her. “She’s much too afraid to take it from me.” “Maybe you can give this to her,” I say, holding the medicine out to Yvan, my emotions pulsing through me in a tangled mess. I sigh and glance worriedly toward where Olilly exited. She shoots me another fearful look, then disappears into the back storeroom. Olilly nods again, some of the tension loosening from her stance. “Go on,” he tells her, his voice barely audible. ![]() “I’ll walk you back,” Yvan assures her, his voice low and soothing. Olilly starts to sob, lifting a slender, shaking hand to wipe at her eyes. ![]()
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