How Desperate Was He Anyway?
[THE MIDLANDS]
"Here goes nothing," Nymeriah sighed in pain as she struggled to cloak their presence in the Midlands. It was a stupid idea, one that would land her in even worse trouble. But then she had already pissed the broken lycan. And as she had reminded herself, all this was for her son.
The cloaking spell did take a lot of Criselda's energy, but it was something she needed. If Alanor saw what she was about to do with Edison, then Nymeriah would have the misfortune of being a childless mother.
Looking around her, Nymeriah knew she had to make another choice. She hated that she had to do a lot of spells, but then that was the magnitude of Alanor's spell of magic. The son of Wynter had invested his rage and contempt for betrayal in all his spells.