So the woman he’d attempted to woo wasn’t interested in some meaningless fun. Maybe, given the late hour, she was off having some fun of her own. Where are you, Ness? He’d already searched her quarters and the library. Acknowledgement of another meant placing your fate in their hands for good or ill, and the guardians-for all their encouragement of spellsters living a proper life-had rather different views on what was considered as right. But evening seemed specially crafted for secrets. If this were any other time of the day, he would’ve dared to ask if they’d seen the petite elf he searched for. The servants replied in kind, his fellow spellsters seemed even more intent on paying no heed to his presence. He passed them all in silence, giving a brief nod to the former and overtly ignoring the latter. The evening bell that had sent the majority of its residents scurrying to their quarters had chimed some time ago, leaving the hallways empty save for a few servants and the occasional straggler. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.ĭylan strode through the lower levels of the tower. Names, characters, businesses, organisations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

In Pain and Blood by Aldrea Alien