ETAN
Etan rolled his jaw and turned from her, frantic again because no matter how he searched, he could not see a way clear to protecting Ayleth. And that meant that the only certain protection for her was to give the Queen what he asked. But even the thought made him want to vomit. Pacing back and forth before her, he raked a hand through his hair.
He had to stall her. Make her believe. Find a way… if only his Advisor Quwan were here. A devout follower of the Father of Lights, he had been a Sorcerer for most of his life until Etan was twelve.
He'd been supposed to come for the Festival, but his wife had taken ill the week before they left and Etan's father had encouraged him to remain behind.
He might know of this spell the Queen had used. Might know a way around it.
Blasted sorcerers! Rage blossomed in Etan again and his hands shook with it. Silently, he threw his pain at the Father.
