Reluctant Adept: Book Three Of A Clairvoyant's Complicated Life - Plot & Excerpts
Besides, Tíereachán and Fisk thought the whole reason for stealing the draíoclochs was to prevent King Faonaín from sending the Hunt after us when I rescued Kieran. They had no idea that I wanted one of those draíoclochs for myself. Although, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to at least speak with Kieran—to confront him. And I couldn't do that if I went weak at the knees at his command.Straightening, I swallowed hard and glared at Fisk. "Fine. You said the proof of this enthrallment is easy to get. How do we go about it?"Fisk's eyebrows went up and he glanced at Tíereachán.His prince scowled back at him. "Easy enough, perhaps. Convenient … no.""What's that supposed to mean?" I smothered the urge to tap my foot."There are those who can sense the aftereffects of even the most subtle of enchantments—an animtùr, some healers. But Fisk and I are neither.""What's an animtùr?""Aura reader," Fisk supplied dismissively. He turned back to Tíereachán. "Wade."Tíereachán thought about it, eying me.
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