Seventeen
Princess Ashden
The Witch Doctor needed complete silence. Quincy Samuels was tall, with lovely ebony skin, and long hair that was tied back in braids. He wore a purple and black suit. He wasn’t of the Vincian noble born that I was so used to. He was an original, and something about that made me feel right at ease with him. I was used to people hiding themselves. I suspected Quincy had never hidden anything a day in his life.
“Now,” he said once the others were gone, “what I’m about to do is very dark magic. Making copies of someone isn’t an easy thing, and typically the goddess gets angry if you try to do her work. I suspect, since this is in the name of rescuing someone, that she’ll make an exception.”
I glanced at him. “Why are you helping me?”
He stared steadily at m
