Chapter 19: Trial
>>Aelin
The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of pages as I worked through the ancient book that had given me my newfound magic. The language inscribed within it was foreign and complex, the symbols almost dancing on the page if I stared too long. I wasn’t fluent in demonic writing—not yet—but I was determined. Slowly, painstakingly, I pieced together the meaning of each line.
I was still on the introductory part.
But I had learned about this power being able to pull people out of trances.
The flame I had conjured earlier that day still lingered in my thoughts, I couldn’t fully understand the extent of the power I had now, but I was glad I had something to work with. I had a lot to learn though. Although demons speak the language in the same way we humans do, it is written in an entirely different way.
I learned a lot of it when I read the book in the library in the abandoned wing but this book has words that I still can’t decipher.
A sharp knock interrupted my focus, and before I could even grant permission to enter, the door swung open. The door I had gotten changed because Draegon broke the last one.
!!
It startled me when Ruoxy entered the room so rudely and blatantly. "So, this is where you’re hiding," she sneered, sauntering in as if she owned the place. She was dressed in a gown far too extravagant for someone merely visiting—golden embroidery and jeweled accents glimmered under the light. Everything about her screamed superiority, a deliberate attempt to remind me of my place.
I didn’t respond, my fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the book.
I should just ignore her.