Emery was surprised to see Kaelyn Silverleaf look so unsettled.
The fey woman, usually so imperious and composed, now stood at the edge of the shrine with tension written across her face. Her sharp features, always held high with pride, were shadowed with uncertainty.
This wasn't like her at all.
She hesitated, then finally spoke. "This other half of yours... your split soul. Are you certain he can learn the jade thread technique faster than you?"
"Of course. Why would I lie about that? I don't want to be held captive here for decades... if he is here... he could master it in days... no... hours!"
Emery's desperation for freedom was so great that lying came easily. He didn't know for sure how much help his light half could actually be, but seeing Kaelyn's wavering confidence, he knew exactly what to say.
Kaelyn hesitated, her gaze falling to the ground. "I just returned from Pardera. I went to Skyroot Palace, looking for him... but he's no longer there."
