Shayla reached for it. On brief contact, a tingle of mystic surprise shot up her arm. The leather cover was old and well worn. But the gold and silver lettering still blazed across its front, entwined with a blossoming holy thorn branch and an asp. She started to open it.“Wait,” Meekal said, his hand stopping her. “We will begin your training later. First, there are some important things I must tell you.” He surprised her by taking the book and setting it to the side.Curiosity compelled her gaze to lock on the green enticement. Something under her skin said reach for it. Meekal leaned forward, tapped it, and then said, “Aye, it’s archaic. It’s the best resource because it was written by someone who knew the truth about the Picts.”“Brenna Ena Mavelle Branbalder-MacKinnoch?” She looked from the book in time to catch an amused look on his face.His features changed to a nonchalant calm. “Later. One thing at a time.” He leaned back in his chair. “The bezoar stone that Syther wants is significant because it contains the soul of an evil Thyrza.
