Whims of the Mighty (The Power Yet Wielded Book 2) by Chad Retterath

Author:Chad Retterath [Retterath, Chad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

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Brenna carried a wooden tray and sat beside Yortia’s cell. She set the tray on the ground and handed a glass of wine through the bars to Yortia.

“Is everyone okay with you doing this?”

Brenna shrugged and drank from her glass. “Not sure. Nobody says anything.”

Yortia took a drink and flinched. “This is strong.”

“Is it?” Brenna sniffed the wine. “Smells normal to me.”

Yortia took another drink and clenched her jaw as the bitter liquid flowed over her tongue. “Maybe I’m just not used to it.” She took another drink then set the glass down. “What have you been doing?”

Brenna took a small loaf of bread from the tray, ripped a chunk off, handed it to Yortia, ripped another off, and shoved it in her mouth. “Teaching, reading. That sort of thing. Not anything exciting.”

“What’s more exciting? As Konseers, we mostly sat around. At least you’re busy.”

“I guess. Training Joan was more exciting. Talking to kings and all that, I guess. It’s just different now.”

Yortia washed the bread down with a drink of wine. “It sounds better than before. You can still train Joan, can’t you?”

Brenna sighed. “I guess. I don’t think she really needs it anymore. She beat me in a duel the other day.”

Yortia snorted, then cleared her throat. “She beat you?”

Brenna rolled her eyes. The grin that stretched across Yortia’s face was far too big. “Yes,” Brenna said dryly. “In front of students in my combat class.”

“Oh, that is amazing. How?”

“Hit me in the legs with wind,” Brenna said quietly.

“I wish I could’ve seen it. Ah, wonderful.”

Brenna shook her head and sighed again. “Things changed fast, didn’t they?”

Yortia knocked on the bars of the cell. “Yep. They did.”

“I actually have a question for you.” Brenna faced the cell and grabbed the bars. “I think I’m losing my hearing, and I can’t figure out why.”

“That isn’t a question, Brenna.”

“Can you help me?”

Yortia exhaled loudly and looked down the hall. She drank the rest of her wine, clenched her jaw, then cleared her throat. “Are you sure this is a good idea? If anybody knew you let me do this, they would be pissed at both of us.”

“You’re the best life mage I know.”

“What about yourself? Or Lafe?”

“I tried on myself. I couldn’t figure anything out. It didn’t feel like it was working. And Lafe is still figuring himself out. A lot is going on there.”

“You sure about this?”

Brenna nodded and rested her head against the bars. Yortia looked down the hall again, sighed, and placed her hands on the sides of Brenna’s head. The air crackled as Yortia’s hands glowed. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to push her magic through Brenna’s head, probing for any abnormalities.

Energy pulsed out and knocked Yortia’s hands away, causing her arms to smash against the bars. She scooted back, hands covering her bruised forearms. “Death.”

“What?” Brenna looked up.

“All I felt was Death.”

“In my head?” Brenna rubbed her eyes. “How could you feel Death?”

“I don’t know. It pushed against me. Countered me, like death magic is in your skull.

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