ALTOR The Shadow Rebellion (The Chronicles of Ageron)

ALTOR: The Shadow Rebellion (The Chronicles of Ageron)
exactly what the look had meant. ‘I’m sorry.’
With every ounce of care possible, he slowly lowers me to the
ground and releases me from his telekinetic grasp. Before a second
passes, I raise my arm and lift a nearby pillow without touching it,
hurling it towards him with the flick of my wrist. It collides
directly into his face, messing up his neat, brown hair.
Zaniel looks nothing like I do. He has the standard pale skin
and piercing eyes of any other Sorcerer, but he is tall and thin.
Everything about Zaniel is narrow; his face is relatively thin, and
he has a narrow and pointy nose that meets at its top with the
ends of his two thin eyebrows. He has an almost fragile look about
him, but I know all too well nothing could be any further from the
truth.
‘Don’t mention it,’ I say in effort to make him feel less guilty.
‘Besides, it gives me an excuse to kick your keister next time we
train.’
A wide, arrogant grin produces across his face, one I am all
too familiar with. He does have an arrogant quality to him, but
that’s just Zaniel.
‘Where’s Milly and Cassaius?’ he asks curiously.
‘Sægon.’
‘Another meeting?’ he asks, knowing perfectly well how
tedious and overbearing they can sometimes be.
I nod.
Although not an Altor himself, he knows almost as much
about it as I do. That is the one of the pros of being Consor to an
Altor, I suppose.
‘So, what mischief are we going to get up to, then?’
Zaniel always has been the more rebellious of the two of us.
I’ve always gathered it is due to his arrogance.
‘That depends,’ I say. ‘What mischief would you like to cause
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