She raised an eyebrow at Grak. She opened her mouth to say something, anything. The words, when they finally came, were choked and disbelieving. “Small magic?”
He shrugged. “I did not get them all,” he said apologetically.
Kajivar pulled her short sword from the saddle sheath, unhooked the small round shield. “Well, it’s only fair that I get the rest, right?”
Grak started to protest. “But, Warrior, you-”
She glared at him. “Stay here,” she snarled.
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