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Luca scowled at the black mark on the ground as he tucked the bandanna into his pocket. The heat had been so intense that the grains of dirt had turned to glass. “Magic protection.”
A snort escaped my lips, and I stabbed a finger at the blackened earth. “You call that protection?”
Luca stood and helped me to my feet. “It wasn’t meant to protect the bearer, but the one who placed the spell.”
My legs proved to be a little shaky and I found myself leaning against him. He wasn’t complaining, and neither was I. “And they placed the spell to keep his mouth shut?”
His face was grim as he nodded. “Undoubtedly.”
I took one last look at the blackened earth before I turned my face away. “I think I’ve had enough fun in your world for one day-” A slight tremor ran through the earth ben
