Chapter 10

“He needs to know what’s going on.” Lachtin was far more annoyed than he let on, it was a silent blazing strong enough to leave Eldred breathless.

“What is going on?” Mo shifted his weight, and for the first time today he reminded Eldred of the man he’d been when they’d first met—big and reliable.

“I told you I’m a witch, didn’t I?” Eldred had mentioned it but probably not in a way to make Mo realise he actually was one.

Mo narrowed his eyes and hopelessness washed over Eldred—there was no time to convince a sceptic, and he needed Mo if this was going to work. He needed both of them. He might be the one doing the banishing, but he couldn’t do it without grounding and joined faith.

“You might have...”