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I felt their eyes on me almost as prominently as I felt Isaac’s hands. He lowered me to the bed and brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. He must have seen something he didn’t like because he quickly turned to them and asked them to leave.
Anaka shifted her weight from foot to foot. “We can stay and help. Really, we… we have other ways here.”
“She doesn’t need more magic,” he rumbled ominously, causing them to both balk, but they still didn’t leave.
I must have been in worse shape than I thought. Isaac pressed the stone into my hands, not caring that we had an audience. Almost immediately, it began glowing. Isaac nearly didn’t have the vial ready when it fractured, and a few tendrils of the frenzied energy found its way into the open air. The temper
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