Teyval wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss.“Yes, she does.”
She chuckled and returned the kiss.
Meritha paused.“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”
Myrtle nodded.“Yes.It’s one of those.”
Teyval snorted.“She won’t tell, and we have tried nearly everything.”
“Nearly?”
Myrtle smiled.“We have a no tickling rule.My knee tends to shoot up out of nowhere.”
“Sensible.”Emhara smiled.She finished her cheesecake and fruit sauce.
Myrtle asked, “What do you think about the earth-born djinn?”
Meritha grinned.“They are here to keep your people in line.We are here to help our people thrive.”
“Thrive?”
“Magic was always here.It is what made the white Elite in the first place.And the shadow mages, but I think we have blocked them in.They were creeping out, but we have managed to clear them away from the portals and lock them in.Hopefully, our wards hold.We haven’t actually tried to cast wards before.Well, most of us haven’t.”
Teyval stared.“You cast a world lock?”
“Is that what it’s called?”Meritha cocked her head.“I believe you are right.Some of us got together and did a thing.”She reached out and patted Emhara’s hand.“Don’t worry, you will be at the next one.We need an artist’s touch.”
“Oh, I can provide that.Just tell me what I am doing.”
“When it is time, Emhara.Don’t worry.When we are ready, you will know.”
She smiled and felt the statement settle into her.She would be ready.
Chapter Eight
Emhara paid attentionwhen Meritha smiled.“Your magic will arrive fully when you are safe to use it.”
