As Rowan was getting ready to leave the next day, Syryn wrote a letter addressed to Artemus and stuffed it in the anti mage's hands.
"Another letter for Artemus?" Rowan glanced at his lover.
"It's about work," Syryn replied. "He needed my help with a murder case but when I ran off to Nua, I neglected it. And now I'm sort of curious as to how much progress they've made."
"The caravan murders?"
"How did you know?"
"Just a lucky guess." Rowan slid the envelope into the wide pocket of his coat. Placing a hand on the door handle, the anti mage turned around.
"Ryn, will you be okay today?"
He wanted to know if Syryn would turn into a demon accidentally, or attack Riha again.
