Page 47 of The Immortal Covenant

“The voidspawn are a threat, yes,” Pelorak had insisted when Malorg grew frustrated enough to call him on his obstructionism. “But so are the Celestials. It would not do to trade one for the other.”

“But this is our best chance to adjust the Covenant in millennia!”

Pelorak had merely shrugged, an infuriating smirk playing over his lips. “All the more reason to ensure we get it right and end the negotiations with favorable terms.”

Though the Aspect’s obstinacy infuriated Malorg, he didn’t mind the delays as much as he probably should. The longer the Accords dragged on, the more time he got to spend with Sarilian. And he was beginning to think that there was no more precious a commodity.

After another successful meeting hashing out possible avenues for exchanging goods between the Dawnlands and Dusklands—made surprisingly difficult by the Celestials’ current lack of an actual economy—Malorg lingered in the conference room as he usually did to wait for the Celestial delegation to depart. He spent the minutes perusing his notes, jotting down reminders of points to raise during their next discussion.

Once enough time had passed, he rose, stretched, and exited into the hall…only to come up short when he found Sarilian waiting there. Alone.

Sarilian’s eyes lit up. “I have time before our scheduled pickup. I was hoping to talk to you.”

Malorg glanced past Sarilian down the otherwise empty hall. His skin prickled uncomfortably. “I’m afraid I have an appointment. Perhaps another time.”

He went to move past Sarilian, but a hand on his arm stopped him. Sarilian’s touch sent blazing heat coursing through him as if shocking his ashen skin back to life.

Malorg could have broken the grip easily either via force or by slipping into the shadows. But he didn’t. Instead, it was Sarilian who dropped his hand and stepped back, appearing flustered.

“A-apologies, Emissary. I don’t mean to be presumptuous. I simply hoped we might, um, continue our earlier discussions in a more intimate setting.” His eyes widened. “That is, er, in private. Aprivatesetting. With fewer prying eyes and ears.”

He winced, and Malorg’s lips twitched. He glanced again down the hall, then back to Sarilian, hesitating. Something settled in his chest as he made his choice. Not that it was much of a choice at all. A single fleeting touch from Sarilian had been all it took to crumble his resolve.

“I suppose I can spare a few moments. To talk about theCovenant.”

He made sure to stress the last word, and Sarilian nodded quickly. “Of course. Thank you.”

Expelling his breath in a sigh, Malorg started to turn to the conference room, then paused, reconsidering. He wouldn’t put it past Pelorak to have enchantments in place to spy on their discussions. Better to go somewhere more private.

But where? The alcove they’d used before to speak was too out in the open, and there was no wayhe was bringing Sarilian back to his quarters. Even if they had enough time to make the trip, that hadterrible ideawritten all over it.

Instead, he beckoned for Sarilian to follow and started down the hall. It had been a while since he’d spent much time exploring the Dusk Citadel, but if he recalled the layout, there should be plenty of spare chambers on this level.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long to find a small sitting room not currently in use. Gray duskflame offered the illusion that they stood atop a mountain peak, snow flurries tumbling down around them.

Even with his weak Celestial eyes, Sarilian must have been able to catch some of the effect because his breath caught. “Incredible.”

Before he could second-guess himself, Malorg stepped forward and pressed a hand to Sarilian’s chest. The darkvision enchantment took easily—almosttooeasily. Frowning, he studied Sarilian.

“Your body bears unusual traces of duskflame. Perhaps you linger here too long.”

Sarilian shrugged as he slid into a chair. A faint shiver rattled his spine at the duskflame’s touch. “Isn’t that why you’ve fought so hard for greater Celestial exposure to the Dusklands? Seems to me like it’s working as intended.” His eyes roved hungrily over the room as if devouring everything he saw. “With any luck, I’ll pick up some innate darkvision of my own.”

His gaze settled on Malorg, and he smiled. “Besides, it’s not like I haven’t spent plenty of time in the Dusklands before. A bit more exposure won’t hurt me.”

Malorg looked away. Too restless to sit, he paced to a corner and crossed his arms. “So, you said you had business to discuss?”

Sarilian’s smile faded as he gave a curt nod. “Nothing in particular. But I thought it might be easier to iron out some of the issues that keep coming up without so many other prying eyes and ears on us. You know, less theater, more progress.”Humor danced in his gilded eyes. “For instance, in here, I don’t have to worry about offending anyone when I tell you that your last proposal was the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

The comment elicited a surprised bark of laughter from Malorg. “Oh? And what about your restrictions on duskwalking within the Dawnlands?”

“Those have very real practical implications to avoid burnout!”

Malorg snorted. “Perhaps if they constituted reasonable guidelines. But a near-total ban? That signifies a deep-seated Celestial prejudice against Infernal magic. Many mortals may wrongfully decry it as evil, butyoushould know better.”

Sarilian made a calming gesture as he chuckled. “Fair point. I suspected that one wouldn’t fly. But Darius insisted I raise it as a discussion point, so here we are.” His eyebrows lifted. “At leastIdon’t keep backpedaling on issues we’ve already settled.”

Remembering his latest meeting with Pelorak, Malorg scowled. “Not my doing, I assure you. Pelorak is being even more stubborn than usual. It’s as if he cares more about the concept of peace than actually achieving it. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was all some political ploy to him—a way to enhance his position or weaken that of his enemies.”

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