I was worried about Sasha. She recovered her strength and wasn’t as upset by what the magic had done, but she was upset about something.

“What will we do if the past orb isn’t in the temple beneath the library?” she asked when I confronted her.

I put my hands on her shoulders, stroking her neck with my thumbs.

“How is it that you always find something to worry about?” I teased. “The Immortal in this realm is dead. Morianne is going to prison. We ...