He stared at me in surprise, brow furrowed. "Lynara, if you've come to seek the Sovereign's favor, you should keep your head down and your voice low."
"What's the point of making such a scene?"
I didn't bother looking at him. My eyes stayed fixed on the Celestial Gate. "Tell Aldric Voss to come out."
"Tell him an old friend has come to visit."
Edwin let out a weary sigh.
"Lynara, have you lost your mind?"
"We're mere mortals. If not for this stroke of fortune, how could we ever have ascended to immortality and stood before the Sovereign?"
"'An old friend.' You're not embarrassed to say that out loud?"
Only then did I turn to look at Edwin, each word falling like a stone. "You call Master's death a stroke of fortune?"
Edwin faltered. A flicker of guilt surfaced in his eyes.
Rosalind Adams, the second disciple, had just arrived. She rushed to Edwin's defense the moment she saw his expression.
"Lynara, how dare you speak to Edwin that way?"
"Master's death wasn't our doing."
"If you want to blame someone, blame Master for being born with celestial bones. We simply seized the opportunity that presented itself."