"You have my word that my intentions are pure and honest. This is not trap." Lochra stood up while dusting off her clothes.
"They better be, because if my baby cries again, I'll end you." Salaark's hand choked her neck from behind for a second before Warping back to the Desert.
The enchantments of Silverwing's palace could protect her against one Guardian, but not two of them at the same time, leaving her exposed to the Overlord's sneak attack.
"Good gods! Everyone calm down." Silverwing said amid coughs as the hand-shaped bruise healed much slower than it was supposed to. "I have no hidden agenda. I swear it on my love for Ripha and Elphyn."
"Then why did you ask me to meet you in your own fortress in the middle of nowhere?" Solus pointed at the small castle.
"It's not a fortress, it's my home! Do you really have no memory of it?" The First Magus sounded hurt. "You spent a lot of time here. You came to visit me every time you argue with Ripha."
