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“So now what?” Gwill asked the company.
A half hour later we sat in Tristan’s library, and my hand was once again securely wrapped. The words from the talismans peeked out here and there, and they gave me some comfort in both the physical and mental sense. The pain had subsided, though there was a dull ache from the adventure, and I could gather my thoughts.
Gwill’s question, however, quickened my pulse and made me look up. “I’ll try again.”
He laughed and folded his arms. “You think a curse that strong-that is, strong enough to push against Tristan’s magic-is going to be kept at bay with those flimsy pieces of paper?” He nodded at my bandaged arm. “You could write all the spells in the world on that cast and still not be able to keep it at bay.”
Chloe sat beside me, and at h
