Crone… My mind races, grasping at fragments of memory. Magister Orion told me about them, I'm almost positive. Something about three priestesses of the Goddess… which one, though? Damn.
You don't seem to be a very good student, Grimoire says thoughtfully.
Oh, shut up.
"It's you, isn't it? It has to be!" Eleanor's face blossoms, her cheeks flushing bright pink as her eyes sparkle in my direction. She steps forward impulsively as she tucks her book into a bag at her side.
Vester stiffens and side-steps to come between us again.
"Stay back," he warns, but Eleanor barely acknowledges him, peeking around him like a curious animal.
"Your magical signature is all over these wards," she breathes, her eyes wide. "I've been tracking energy patterns for months, but nothing like this. The complexity, the layering—it's beyond anything I've ever seen!"
I hold up a hand, trying to slow her torrent of words. "Wait. What do you mean, my signature?"
