Chapter Twenty-Four: To Be Eaten Alive

Kilvic found it a tad surprising that a boy who’s magecraft was focused on the nature of blood would never have thought to drain a heart off all it had.

The exercise on mind melding went on at a steady pace with Havldec supervising, walking amongst the students and checking their works. When he got to Kilvic and Sharmin, he stopped, a crease in his brows. Gently, he took Kilvic’s book, reading its contents.

“I thought I said to start slow?” The man frowned then cast his gaze around. “Who’s your partner?”

Kilvic poked a thumb behind him and Sharmin offered the man a smile. Even now, their connection remained unfazed.

Havldec took Sharmin’s book and read through it, then his frown turned to confusion. He’d instructed they write each other’s thoughts on paper, but Kilvic had written in a mess, his thoughts jumble with the boy’s, and judging from the man’s confusion, so had Sharmin.

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