A deep breath exited Ayana's nose as she played with the candlelight.
Sparkles like dust whirled off her fingers, gently dancing with the little fire.
"Ayana, what are you doing?!" Damon, who had just walked into the chamber, quickly rushed up to her and snapped the fire off.
"Why did you do that, brother?" Absolutely not happy, she quickly asked, and Damon pinched between his brows.
"Are you out of your mind? Magic is forbidden here, and you and I, of all people, know who Raman is. If we are ever found out, we will be shot dead before we even make it out of the city wall."
"Up at that city wall, he has at least a thousand men, whose spears and arrows are ready to pierce through the hearts of his enemies, and I am pretty sure that you do not want to have such a pathetic death. So if you know what's best for you, keep your powers hidden and stay low until we have finished what we came here for. Do you understand?"
He warned, and Ayana slowly nodded her head.
