Chapter 108

Zairith's POI crouched there, blinking at him for the longest time, until I realized I’d gripped the spellbook tight enough to snap a tendon. Purposely breathing out, I relaxed my grip, well aware of the clock ticking down. “I don’t respond well to people telling me what to do.” I held up a hand to stop him from speaking before he launched into a tirade we could ill afford. “I really don’t think that will be a problem. You’ve seen my magic,” I told him. “When it works. I’ve got enough juice to do the spell. I don’t think I’ll die.”