Seers weren't meant to fight. That was the job of Knights, and even Witches and Heirs, but not Seers. Odd that she'd been the first of them to master the arts of battle, both by remote manipulation and matters a little more direct.

Fault implied causality, and that was a complicated notion. "He didn't hurt us. He could have." Admitting weakness wasn't one of Rose's strengths, but Lily had seen the entire thing too. "He could have killed us both."

The cat wound its way over to her legs. Rose reached down and scratched it on the head.

"What if it happened to one of us?" Two fighters last night, and no one was surprised. The nonchalance said more than the apologies. There should be a riot of responses, a proverbial cavalcade of post-it notes, an avalanche of annotations. Instead, there was meek acceptance. That lent the occurrences the sheen of familiarity.