right alternative. The vaultholder of Phuton would not lack for suitors, and there was only one with whom he wanted to share his destiny.
'And I expect you to teach Delia in those crafts as well,' Jemidon said to the archmage. 'She has shown talent in more than one and, close to me, her skills will prosper.' He looked back down at Delia. 'Perhaps I presume too much, but our pasts have been too intertwined for our futures to be far apart.'
Delia rubbed the pale band of skin on her wrist where the braclet had been. 'You show some promise.' She nodded. 'I think I will keep you around.'
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