CHAPTER SEVEN
Jade stared at the knife as though it would bite and slowly shook her head.
Zhudai grimaced, glancing down at the bronze blade. “Perhaps you are right not to gain this particular experience. It gets much easier after the first one, though – as your friend, Phoenix, has found.”
She rediscovered her voice, harsh though it sounded. “You don’t know anything about Phoenix.”
The sorcerer’s mouth twisted. He gestured toward a pair of low-backed divan seats nearby. “You’d be surprised how much I do know about all of you. Remember that I watched you through much of your travels in Albion and again in Egypt. Please, sit.”
Not knowing what else to do, Jade sat on the very edge, poised to flee. He placed the dagger between them on a low, glossy-black table. Several plates o
