Syndra took a step toward him. “What has happened?”
“Nothing. Not yet anyway.” Trik took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before speaking again. “I have come to ask an oath of protection on my Chosen.”
Tamsin and Syndra both frowned. “We already told you we would protect her.”
“If I chose not to,” Trik qualified. “You said that you would protect her if I chose not to. Now I need you to protect her in the case I fail to.”
“Why would you fail? When have you ever failed to protect a target, or to eliminate it, as the case may be?”
Just then Trik made a decision, one that he’d always feared he would eventually have to make. Trik’s presence seemed to swell and suddenly he was bathed in a bright light. Radiance and power filled the room making it feel small and inconsequential. His hair sh
