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Part of me wanted to argue, As we ride? But I knew how serious it was. I was a fugitive. And now it appeared even Grand Council was looking for me. I had no idea what my punishment would be. This wasn’t the village. This would be far worse than anything High Council would have planned.
“What will they do if I can’t protect myself?”
His face was grim. He didn’t reply and I suddenly didn’t want him to.
We settled onto the floor of the small den, our backs against the wall, the rock overhang blocking the light of the moon.
“That is my flame,” Chevelle said, “try to extinguish it.”
And my training began.
