Edotari sighed and held Fireon’s and Satis’ hands, bringing them to the healer’s residence. It was made of jade and was in the middle of a forest, without close neighbors. Daerro always set his distance from other Kinnacians to practice magic without endangering them.
The rain still poured down violently, with the wind blowing hard and shaking the leaves and branches of the trees.
Fireon regarded the surroundings with alertness. He didn’t really trust other Kinnacians, other than Satis. What if this was a trap?
His jaw tightened. He thought he had to urge Satis to leave Kinnacia before things got out of hand. He knew he was not welcome here because of his father’s doings in the past. He could not blame the Kinnacians though. And yet, he did not want to put Satis in peril if they stayed
