Book Three: Chapter 105

“And whatever happened to this mentor of yours?”

Daryl laughed. “Burned at the stake. She got cocky around the wrong people and a paladin of the church got his hands on her as a result. Holy fire burned her into ash, and they mixed her remains into a concrete block which they buried beneath a church, just in case.” Daryl scrutinized a gash by her hip. “Let’s get those pants off of you.”

Kali obliged, sliding out of her clothes. The town car stank of sulfur, the result of so much burnt hair on her body. The wound on her hip widened, revealing muscle tissue and a small patch of bone.

“You have no idea how grateful I am that you don’t bleed like the others.” He pulled a set of surgical wands out of his pocket. Digging through them, he picked an appropriately thin one and went to work stitching her muscle back together over her leg.

“Leave no trace,” she said, watching him work miracles with his wand. Her magic was enough to sustain her, and she would eventually