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Phinn watched Kendra light the brazier and began to chant in whispers. The gathering of her magic rippled across his skin, but the movement was subtle, as if only part of him recognized it.
Yeah, the human half.
Kendra was an Earth Witch and she manipulated energies that even the Fae couldn’t touch. Watching her work made him feel like a callow youth at the beginning of his magical studies. She reminded him so much of his mother with her certainty and confidence as she tossed the herbs into the brazier.
Fragrant smoke rose to fill the room as her whispered chant infused it with earth magic. She kept chanting as she moved to the bureau and handed him her bejeweled fan. When he raised his eyebrows in question, she pantomimed fanning the smoke toward the door.
Oh right, because we’re bespelling the guards.
He waved the fan at the smoke as she continued to chant, her voice slowly gathering volume and power. The smoked sifted around the edges of the door as if a living thing, leaving the room entirely. They continued waving and chanting for another few minutes until she let her voice fade into silence. He kept fanning as he shot her a look with raised eyebrows.
She nodded as the last of the smoke left the room.
He placed the fan back on the bureau and headed for the door. “Ready?”
She nodded again. “Let’s do this.”
Phinn pulled the door open and glanced out to the hall. The guards remained and he grimaced, almost shutting the door again. But Kendra stopped him.
“Step out and walk down the hallway to the left as if you have somewhere to be.” She waved at the open door.
“Are you crazy? They’ll see us.”