He frowned. “Absolutely not, Lena.” He shook his head. “This whole thing is for gettingyouout. I’m not having you go down for all of them. There would be no chance of your survival.”
“I don’t care.”
He tensed, and my eyes went to his clenched fists.
“I don’t care if I die If it saves everyone else. Perhaps…perhaps that’s what Igon meant.”
You will be our savior, Lena Daelyra.
“No," Silas snapped.
“Silas—”
“No!”
I startled and looked away, pulling my legs close. What if Igon did just mean the savior of our people, as in the people of Ames? I assumed he meant all Magekind…but how was I supposed to accomplish that? Then again, I wouldn’t have had to save the people of Ames had Igon not sounded the alarm of surrender.
Godsdamn seers and their inconspicuousness.
After a moment of silence, Silas looked back at me.
“And electricity?” he asked quietly. I knew what he was really asking.
“I had spent my whole life suppressing my magic until I arrived in Ames. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it began to develop when we were in Amethyst Pond,” I responded softly, and Silas inhaled sharply. “That’s why sometimes…it felt like sparks were flying when we made love.” I gave an embarrassed smile. “At least for me, it did.” I looked down, studying the sapphire ring he gave me. “Some Mages, I guess, let it release fully. Apparently, the feeling is like no other.”
I was surprised my comment caused him to blush. “It wouldn’t kill your partner?”
I laughed through my nose. “No. The type that is released during battle is different than the love-making kind. Otherwise, I would’ve electrocuted you when we were in that pond.”
Color stained his cheeks further, and then we were interrupted by the door opening, a smiling Roland entering with a tray of food, his grin disappearing the second he saw Silas.
Silas’s expression shifted back to frowning. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded. Roland stilled.
Shit.
“I asked him to get me something to eat,” I lied. “I…I just was really hungry. I apologize.”
Silas turned to me with an eyebrow raised. I looked back to Roland, whose shoulders relaxed a little.
“So, you decided to bring her your meal?” Silas asked him.
I darted my eyes to Roland.
He brought mehismeal?
“What can I say? She’s very persuasive,” he purred and winked at me, causing me to cringe.
Tone it down, for fuck's sake.
Silas’s frown deepened.
“I figured the beaten prisoner deserved a decent meal, La’Rune.” He plopped the tray on the desk beside the bed.
“I didn’t realize that was your call.”
Roland tensed, and then Hendry's tall form entered the room. Gods, the man had to be at least three inches taller than Silas. His mismatched eyes just studied us.
“Era wants to see you, Your Highness.” he drawled. “I do wish not to be a messenger boy.”
