Fenelon merely quirked his brows as if to say, “In your dreams, old man,” before he was dragged through the spell gate. Turlough glanced at Etienne one last time then sent her through as well.
But not before she heard him tell one of his assistants, “Stay here and find out where she sent him…”
She breathed a small sigh of relief. For following her gate would just take him to the middle of a certain lake she knew…
She hoped the battlemage could swim.
THE END? HARDLY…