Barson asked, looking down at Augusta with concern. He had just walked her to her quarters, and they were standing in front of her office.“Of course.” Augusta smiled up at her lover. “I’ll be fine.” She couldn’t deny that she still felt a little shaky after the battle, but the best cure for that was getting right back to her everyday routine—and that meant resuming work on her ongoing projects.“In that case, I’ll let you get to your spells,” Barson said, leaning down to give her a kiss.Out of the corner of her eye, Augusta spotted a young sorceress approaching them and pausing deferentially a few feet away.“Um, excuse me, my lady . . .” The woman appeared uncomfortable, her hands nervously twisting together.Barson smirked, clearly amused by the girl’s reverent manner, and Augusta turned her head toward him, giving him a narrow-eyed look. “What is it?” she asked the girl, annoyed to be interrupted.“Master Ganir sent me to look for you,” the sorceress quickly explained.
