57. Ayres
Ayres watched Rorax run footwork drills with Lamonte when he felt the pull. Just a short little tug in the back of his brain that signaled someone was summoning Death Magick. He closed his eyes and focused.
A big pull had come from the West a couple days ago, on the border of House of Death and House of Fire.
This one . . . this one was from the North. Northeast, to be exact.
Cannon, Kaiya, Jia, and Piers had left yesterday on a hunt for the books, and Milla was permanently stationed at the castle. Which left him with . . .
He groaned, dropping his head back. It’d been a week since Serena had been killed, and Rorax had starred in a number of his dreams and fantasies. Her mouth opened for him . . . Gods, he needed space from her. Ayres needed to be near her as much as he needed an arrow to the chest.
He peeled open his eyes just enough to look out at his Contestar, who was laughing, flipping Lamonte off, and wiping sweat from her face with the bottom of her shirt at the same time.
The tug felt small, just a small attempt. Perfect for two people, and she was all he had. He’d have to come up with some story he could give the Guardian about taking Rorax with him to train out in the forest. He sighed and trudged over to Rorax to give her the news.