He looked around his book at me, and his eyes fell to the picture. He reached out his hand and the book slid across the table to him, causing the apprentice nearby to gasp and shoot a look out of the corner of his eye.
I wondered why Rivyn had not used that trick to retrieve his dagger and free himself from the net the night we had met. Perhaps it only worked for things close by, or perhaps it was something new, learnt from the books that he had been reading, I speculated. How powerful would the mage be by the time his quest was done? It was hard to imagine when he already seemed impossibly gifted.
Rivyn arched an eyebrow. “Do you think Fae princes make a habit of posing for mankind to sketch?” he asked disdainfully, returning the book to me.
His likeness sneered at me from the
