“Tell us about your trip,” Mara said to her. “I’ve heard so little.”
“There’s not much to tell, really. We found as many Oathtakers and Select as we could, and then sent them to the City of Light. You know the rest.”
Mara cast a sideways glance her way. “I like Felicity. She’s a lovely young thing. Rather . . . spritely, wouldn’t you say?”
Basha nodded. “She is. For a while there, out of concern for her, I didn’t think Trumble would join us. But when he realized that at least some of the visions Felicity had been having seemed to have something to do with the twins, he relented.”
“I like him, too. Trumble, I mean. He’s a good man.”
Biting her lip, Basha nodded. “Yes, he is,” she said. “Now, tell us about your venture.”
Noting how quickly she sought to change the subject, Mara tucked her hair behind her ear, then proceeded to tell her friends all about her travels with Dixon after she’d lost her memory and insisted on returning to her childhood home.
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