Page 35 of Path of the Dark
“Aye … I’ve healed him.”
“Why the scowl then?”
The High Enchanter looked down her nose at him, before her attention flicked across to where Shade sat, watching her. “Is violence going to be a regular occurrence?”
“I used Marik to prove a point,” Gael drawled. “He’s the strongest of your order … yet I brushed him aside like a gnat. All of your enchanters could do with improving their skills.”
Mysandra’s gaze narrowed, and then her attention shifted to the parchments before Gael. “What are you doing?”
“Research,” he replied casually, resisting the urge to place his hand over the pages he’d found deep under the ruins of Dûn Maras.
“Really? What about?”
“Training texts.”
She smirked. “From what I’ve heard, you could learn a few skills in that area.”
“I’m the most powerful enchanter alive,” he pointed out, his tone wintry. “I’ve never needed to teach others.”
The High Enchanter’s smirk faded, and her painted lips drew together. “You have an inflated opinion of yourself, I believe.”
I still think you should be wary of this woman. Shade’s voice whispered through his head.She’s highly suspicious of you.
Gael pushed aside his familiar’s concerns. Instead, he favored Mysandra with a careless smile. “Whatyoubelieve doesn’t interest me. What matters is the king doesn’t think so.”
