susan telepathy

There was nothing I could do. The deck had been stacked so hard against me that even with Martin on our side, things had looked grim. His treachery had come at the ideal moment, damn him. Damn them all. There was nothing I could . . .
Long ago, when I was little more than a child, my first lover and I had devised a spell to let us speak silently to each other in class. It was magic much like the speaking stone Ebenezar had crafted, but simpler, with a much shorter range. I had never used to it communicate with anyone but Elaine, but Susan had been intimate with me - and I thought that at that moment, the only thought on our minds was Maggie.
It might be enough to establish the link, even if it was only one-way.
I grasped for the minor magic, fighting to pull it together through the dragging chains of the wills of the Lords of Outer Night, and cast my thought at Susan as clearly as I could. He doesn't know all of it, I sent to her desperately. He doesn't know about the enchantment protecting your skin. He only knows about the cloak because he saw you use it when we got here.
Susan's eyes widened briefly. She'd heard me.
The altar, I thought. The ritual meant to kill us can be turned back upon them. If one of them dies on that knife, the curse will go after their bloodline, not ours.
Her eyes widened more. I saw her thinking furiously.


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