Evandrin's laugh is less amused and more pained this time. "Yeah, those are some good ones."

The same hand he hid before starts to tremble faintly again, and he knots his borrowed fingers into a fist. The other hand he can't stand to take away from Zerxus's temple.

"I don't have a lot of time. I told Neal everything, but I don't know how much he'll remember. The way I sent him, the magics he's passed through, he got the wizards' attention as soon as he made it here. They took him before he could find you. Broke into his head. He got away from them, but I couldn't warn him they had a failsafe set up if he tried. "