Chapter Nine
If the child had been better dressed, she could have passed for a miniature version of Eva herself.
The girl was ten years old and her hair was snow–white. She was quietly thoughtful, slightly diffident in manner, and the only one of Angstrun’s sorcery students who had shown any ability at summoning.
Lord Angstrun himself stood, toweringly tall and as craggy as a corven, regarding the girl with crossed arms and lowered brow.
‘So she’s good at control, but otherwise she lacks the full spectrum.’
Eva nodded slowly, speaking to Angstrun in a low tone. ‘I’ve rarely seen a child of this age with so much ability to control a beast, but her communication skills are minimal at best. And her methods are unusual. Most summoners are less… direct. They feel the beast’s needs and impr
