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"It’s like ar at it We use it to strengthen our bodies Make ourselves stronger Increase our longevity A mature and trained Irin scribe is practically immortal"

Malachi rubbed the back of his neck "But not entirely"

"Clearly"

Silence fell between the the air Rhys watched hi in his eyes

"What?" Malachi finally asked "Are you tired of telling s? We should take a break I feel like running"

"You generally do after a day cooped up inside Or when you’re irritated"

For soe of his habits irked hier know more about him than he did?

"Will my talesm come back?" he asked "Or are they lost? Will I have to tattoo theh?"

"We have no idea" Rhys shrugged a single shoulder "You need to do basic protection spells, at the very least Once we find Ava--"

"And ill that be?"

"I don’t know" Rhys’s eyes flashed "I told you, we don’t knohere Da to have to be patient"

"I austed noise at the back of his throat "You’re still so… you Even when you’re not"

"What’s that supposed tointo danger with no thought to--"

"I’ to his feet "She needs o to her"

"To do what? Protect her?" Rhys stood up, glaring at Malachi froht now You need to--"

"I need her," Malachi said "And she needs--"

"She needs her ht now, you’re only a shadoho she needs"

Malachi bit back the rage on the tip of his tongue and narrowed his eyes at the man who had called himself his friend Or, he’d called the old Malachi his friend Perhaps the tere no longer the sa his arms "Resentful Why?"