exhaled with relief.
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Zanth curled and overflowed the small velvet corner chair, watching customers come and go through slitted eyes. TâAsh had to admit that his Fam wasnât calling any attention to himself and was behaving well.
An hour after the store opened, Tinne Holly entered. He walked with more swagger in his step than his older brother Holm. TâAsh measured the youth. TâAsh had judged correctly, the main gauche should be proportional to the young manâs stature.
Tinne was seventeen and, from the power and Flair emanating from him, more than ready for his second Passage.
TâAsh shuddered as he remembered his own second Passage. It had been triggered by the young Holm Holly, caught in Downwind during his Passage. Holm had been bouncing erratic energy, Flair, and emotions all over the place. TâAsh first got caught in the tide, then swept into the whirlpool, shooting into a raging inferno of fire and lightning that sundered all his beliefs, large and small. Passion had seared him, passion for living and for vengeance.
It had ripped him apart emotionally, nearly driven him insane.
Holly had fought almost every hour. Passage brought deathduels for Hollys. Now the danger menaced Tinne.
TâAsh continued to study Tinne from under lowered eyelids and suppressed a sigh. The silver-haired youth could not stand still for two microns.
He prowled the shop, looking at the wares and waiting until TâAsh finished ringing up sales. A mannerly boy.
He didnât look stupid, and he didnât look as if he would appreciate a weapon imbued with strong disciplinary and protection spells. He might need a little distraction when he tested the main gauche for balance.
TâAsh wanted no argument with a hotheaded Holly if Tinne discovered spells in the blade.
Finally the last customer ready to purchase something was served and Holly approached the counter.
âGreetyou. Iâm Tinne Holly, my brother said you wished to see me about a weapon?â
TâAsh offered his hand. The FirstFamilies were often superficially friendly and quietly cutthroat, but Holm Holly was TâAshâs friend and nothing in Tinneâs demeanor said heâd be any less honorable. Less stable, less dependable, less sensible, but equally loyal.
Tinneâs eyes widened and he clasped TâAshâs hand. Wild, hot energy surged up TâAshâs arm. He didnât let the shock show.
âYour brother commissioned a main gauche for you.â TâAsh brought the long dagger from under the counter and handed it over.
Tinne took it, jerked a little, and squinted down the fuller groove of the blade.
Distraction needed. âTell me, Holly. What would you consider a good opening line for a scry to your beloved?â TâAsh asked casually, congratulating himself for combining two purposes at one time. He was diverting Holly from testing the weapon with his Flair, and was getting some masculine advice.
Tinne shot a surprised gaze at TâAsh, then grinned. Tinne had the Holly charm, in abundance.
Tinne placed the main gauche carefully on the glass case, but traced the gold wire in the shape of a holly branch along the main gaucheâs hilt to the smoky-quartz pommel.
He looked deeply into TâAshâs eyes and lowered his own lashes in a sensual look TâAsh didnât think heâd be able to master in a few short hours.
âDarling delight,â Tinne purred better than Zanth, âdid you miss me?â
TâAsh didnât think that would work for him. âTry something else.â
The young manâs smile flashed again, revealing a dimple. Damn but these Hollys had life, and women, easy. Tinne fondled the pommel of the main gauche. âCompliments on eyes or a smile are always good.â
Pleasure filled TâAsh at the thought of Danith. âMy lady is beautiful.â
Tinne blinked. âA Lady? You?â
TâAshâs face
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