They stayed until the ward had steadied enough to promise nothing terribly cruel. When they stepped back into the basilica's stair, the night seemed to press on them with more intent than before. Joanna's jaw had set like something forged. Kaelen's knuckles ached where the wax had fit.
"Who would send assassins to a retired Archmage?" Joanna demanded as they walked out.
Kaelen did not answer at first. He was enraged with anger, this has proven his enemies are too experienced. He was battling with his mind on how to move forward. His skills were great but not strong enough to move forces to his command. He was still bound to his father's house where he wasn't fully accepted.
"Someone who believes Tiara knows too much," he said finally. "Someone who believes she can lead you and me to what they need."
