Page 54 of The Mountain King
She hadn’t gone out of her way to keep it a secret—they’d just never told anyone. Both her and the girls knew the value of keeping one’s mouth shut, and after years of silence, their magic-enhanced green thumbs had become so second nature there was no reason to mention any more than to point out the color of their hair.
“That’s why you didn’t fight me when I told you that you were Dwyrkin,” Maddugh said.
Shedidappreciate that he kept his voice down—even though she could hear the grinding of his teeth. Interesting. Increased hearing, a skill that would come in handy, yes it would.
“What’s to fight?” she asked, also not mentioning Sere’s abilities. One card at a time. “Don’t change my life much, anyhow.” She paused, realizing that statement wasn’t exactly true.
He stared at her. “So, when is our wedding, my darling?”
“I can wash my best dinner dress out tomorrow.”
Kailigh kept her face straight as his expression iced over with magnificent affront. “I beg your pardon,mistress, but I’m almost certain your best dinner dress will not do.”
Maddugh turned on his heel and strode out of the garden. If he’d been a cat, he’d have been hissing, fur on end. Kailigh waited until he was gone then burst out in laughter.
“I hear you!” he shouted, his voice reaching her on the wind.
Veryhandy, evidently.
