CHAPTER FIFTEEN
※ AUGUSTA ※
“Are you sure you’re going to be all right?” Barson asked, looking down at Augusta with concern. He had just walked her to her quarters, and they were standing in front of her office.
“Of course.” Augusta smiled up at her lover. “I’ll be fine.” She couldn’t deny that she still felt a little shaky after the battle, but the best cure for that was getting right back to her everyday routine—and that meant resuming work on her ongoing projects.
“In that case, I’ll let you get to your spells,” Barson said, leaning down to give her a kiss.
Out of the corner of her eye, Augusta spotted a young sorceress approaching them and pausing deferentially a few feet away.
“Um, excuse me, my lady . . .” The woman appeared uncomfortable, her hands nervously twisting together.
Barson smirked, clearly amused by the girl’s reverent manner, and Augusta turned her head toward him, giving him a narrow-eyed look. “What is it?” she asked the girl, annoyed to be interrupted.
“Master Ganir sent me to look for you,” the sorceress quickly explained. “He is requesting your presence in his office.”
Augusta frowned, unhappy at being summoned like an acolyte. Had Ganir already heard about the battle and her involvement in it? If so, that was fast, even for him.
“Maybe he wants to explain how three hundred peasants became three thousand,” Barson murmured, bending his head so that the girl couldn’t hear him.
Startled, Augusta looked up at him, meeting his coolly mocking gaze. Was Barson implying that Ganir had misinformed them on purpose?
Tucking that thought away for further analysis, she told her lover, “I will see you later,” and walked decisively down the hall, forcing the young woman to jump out of her way.
It was best to get this unpleasantness over with quickly.