"Are you sure about this?" August asked Sen.
"I may not remember him, but every bone in my body calls out for him," Sen answered. "I feel like I'm missing a limb."
August finished pouring salt for the summoning circle. Standing up, he sighed. Sen copied him, then shot him a grin when he glared at her.
"You remember the price you'll pay, don't you?" August reminded her.
"I won't age. He'll take up a seat in my mind. I'll lose access to all sorcery that isn't fire element or closely related, but lose my weakness to water." Sen began ticking off fingers. "My hair will slowly lose its color. My eyes will turn red. I'll grow horns—"
"You won't," August corrected. "Grow horns, that is."
"You make it sound like I will."
The pair of them stood in an underground chamber within the keep.
Fei knew they were down here, but nobody else did. The door was locked and sealed with magic from the binding stone.
