“That’s elaborate.”
“Revenge fantasies typically are.”
“You had fantasies about me? Randall. Control yourself. I was barely a teenager, you old minx.”
“Knight Commander,” Randall said.
“Yes?”
“I order you to draw your sword and stab Sam of Wilds. Anywhere will do, though I would prefer it in the face.”
“You seem like the type to prefer it in the face,” I muttered.
“What was that?” he asked sharply.
“Nothing.” I glared at Ryan as he reached for his sword. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”
He looked confused. “Sam. It’s Randall. He’s legendary.”
“And so you’re going to stab me?”
“No,” he said, but what he really meant was maybe.
“If you try and stab me, I’ll turn you to stone again,” I said.
“Again?” Gary, Tiggy, and Randall all said.
“Long story,” I said, eyeing Ryan until he dropped his hand from his sword.
“They have stories,” Gary whispered to Tiggy.
“Long stories,” Tiggy whispered back.
I was about to curse them both when Randall said, “Morgan thinks you’re keeping something from him.”
“Goddammit,” I muttered.
“So you are.”
“Wizards have secrets.”
“You’re not a wizard yet,” he reminded me.
“Oooh,” Tiggy and Gary said.
“People have secrets,” I corrected myself.
“They do. But not apprentices. Especially not to their elders.”
“No secrets,” I said. So many secrets.
“Sam.”
“Randall.”
“You know I’ll get it out of you once you get here, don’t you?”
“You can sure as hell try.”