Chapter Fourteen
Eva was up to her ears in sorcery, and hating it.
Once they’d left the environs of Westrarc, Tren had been firm in the need for defences. ‘No telling what’s about out here,’ he said cheerfully. He made Eva stand still with her eyes closed while he worked on her. She felt a Cloak settle over her like a shroud, cold and clinging and faintly damp. When he’d finished, she stood wrapped and tangled in enchantments that lay heavily upon her.
‘How repulsive.’ A violent shiver racked her, and she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm up.
‘You’re welcome,’ Tren smiled as he moved away.
Eva sighed. She’d been Cloaked before, years ago. It was something she’d steadfastly avoided since then. She knew it would take her hours to accustom herself to the burden of breathin
