Those beads hadn't gone off in twenty-eight years, since the last time someone had set their sights on him, physically, intellectually and magically, to hunt him down. Enclave Hunters, here at the convention? How had they found him? It didn't really matter how, he supposed. What mattered was escaping them. Figuring out how they caught up with him could wait until later. When he figured out how to prevent it happening again. There was no way in any of the twenty dimensions of reality that he was going to let his family drag him home and make him study to be an Advocate. The troupe did four acts every day. The third act was right after the dinner break, in the main ballroom, on stage instead of out in a hallway, wherever they could find room. Kevyn felt the thick flow of energy that came from someone concentrating on him. This wasn't like the buzz that tickled and itched, when bimbettes mentally undressed him. This had a touch of magic in it.
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