“Very well done,” Tayla said, brushing past her father to stand between Permac and Linsora. “I think we can train him after all, Father.” She reached up and ran a fingertip across his cheek. “Purple doesn’t suit him.”
Permac turned his head away from her hand.
“If there is training to take place, I will do it,” Karak said. Tayla turned on her heels with a sour look and left with a harumph.
Permac looked at Karak. Few people he’d ever met made him angry. Fewer still were people he feared. He didn’t like the combination. He didn’t like that two people with the Moragh name had the same effect on him in two days, with vague references to some training.
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