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    sizzling orb of magic and hurled it at the black-haired witch who was just turning away
    from the shelves with a few books in her hands. She gasped and stopped abruptly.
    Samiel saw her eyes round. The books dropped from her grasp. She wouldn’t have time
    to throw up a shield, probably was too shocked to even think about it. He knew she’d
    never expected to get attacked here, especially not with such a powerful orb. They
    wouldn’t have done that even if she’d kept refusing. There were easier ways that
    wouldn’t get someone hurt, to force the use of magic. The woman would have no time
    to think. He was sure she’d be hurt or worse.
    Just before the orb hit, a sword and dagger appeared in her hands. The energy
    slammed into the blades and was absorbed by the weapons. Samiel gaped at the
    woman holding the blades a full moment before the truth hit him. Tiria , she was a Tiria .
    He took a long step forward sure she’d try to escape now that her secret was known.
    “Are you happy now? Sure I’m not a Dark Sorcerer, minion, spy or whatever
    accusation she cares to hurl? They sent idiots to help us.” The black-haired woman
    shook her head. With a sharp movement of her hands, she sent the weapons away.
    “We’re going to need all of the Lady’s grace.”
    She knelt and gathered the books she’d dropped. He could see the stiffness in her
    body. She was furious. Even though her movements were clipped and sharp, she took
    great care with the books. Her full lips were compressed in a tight line and her eyes
    narrowed angrily on the woman before she shook her head. She stood and walked over
    to the table. Tugging a chair over to the spot where she’d put the books, she sat and
    opened one of the books. Samiel stared at her. The woman was acting as if what had
    just happened was an everyday occurrence, not something momentous. How long had
    she been a Tiria ?
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    A hand tapped his arm repeatedly. Samiel turned and cast quick glance over his
    shoulder, a little worried to take his eyes off her. She seemed unworried, but he
    couldn’t believe that she was so unworried. If that was an act, it was one of the best he’d
    seen. Jaeson stood at his side, his mouth hanging open. When Jaeson caught Samiel’s
    eyes, his mouth closed and he leaned close.
    “Ours.” Jaeson’s voice held the stunned amazement that was so easily apparent on
    his face.
    Ours. The word slammed into him. Their witch. He’d been so amazed at finding a
    Tiria that he hadn’t even thought about who she’d match. He looked at her with new
    eyes. She was a striking witch. Her light brown skin gleamed in the golden light. And
    those light green eyes were so clear it was like looking into a cold mountain pool.
    “Well, she’s definitely not a Dark Sorceress or minion. I think your accusation has
    been effectively proven false.” Danan’s smug tone reached Samiel.
    “But there are some questions about the accuser that haven’t.” Elder Sarash’s voice
    came from behind them.
    Samiel glanced back. The elder had her arms folded across her chest. She stared
    hard at the redheaded woman. Anger and frustration were easily apparent. He moved
    so he could keep an eye on the elder and the black-haired Tiria . Although she’d made it
    plain that she wasn’t going anywhere, he didn’t want to lose sight of her.
    “Since you’re so concerned about the witches who fought and protected this village,
    I can’t help but wonder where you and your other friends were. I can’t find one person
    who saw you during the battles.” Elder Sarash’s voice had gone cold.
    The redhead’s mouth opened and closed. “I was there.”
    “Then there’s the fact that she and others were outside the shield waiting to be let in
    this morning. Kind of makes you wonder why they weren’t inside when the shield
    went up if they did help,” one of the blonde women at the table offered before she took
    a seat and opened one of the books.
    The redhead