I fell into the sparkling damp field of my faerie magic like ice water. Her cold fire always calmed, helped to pull myself together.

"Why did you go to meet a civilian without my permission?"

Deer eyes squinted excitedly.

- By order of Quaestor Ignaz, my commander. It was an official interrogation, not a personal meeting. Urgent calls of such functionality are contractually included in the additional duties of the mentalist.

- Your commander is me! - Oh, that sounds good! “You were supposed to tell me about the order. I would weigh the situation and make a decision.

Like this. Weighty and a little menacing.

They began to pay...