"What?" The woman stepped back out of reach as his hand came up in a defensive posture."What?" The woman stepped back out of reach as his hand came up in a defensive posture. "Whoa, Darryn! It's me!" "Bethsany?" "Right, right! You could scare a body half to death if it didn't freeze in here first. Don't you mages believe in heat?" "Unlike your usual clientele, mages are not likely to walk around unclothed. What are you doing here?" "Came looking for you. I need to talk to you." "About Aimee'?" She nodded. "You're hoping she kills him, aren't you?" "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said as he put up privacy spells as fast as he possibly could. Before she could speak again he put his hand up to silence her. Open mouthed, she stared, then nodded and closed it again. "Now then. As I was saying, I have no idea what you're talking about." "Aimee' and Teltirray," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Some of the stuff you've been teaching her... you're hoping she kills him, aren't you?" The room she had pulled him into was one of the side classrooms, with the teacher's desk close to the door. He sat down on it and folded his hands in his lap, grinning. "I won't cry at his funeral." "Don't you think he'll get the least bit suspicious?" "If he does, that's his problem. I've taken on an apprentice, Bethsany, and I usually first teach my apprentice those things he needs to survive. |