“We’ll find my horn, right?”
“I promise,” I said. Because we would. It was important to him so it was important to me. It’d been stolen long ago, years before I’d met him. He couldn’t even look himself in the mirror without cringing. That was unacceptable.
“And we can dye my mane purple when we get out of here?”
“First thing,” I said. “I already bought the dye before we left the city.”
“You love me,” Gary sighed.
“I do.”
“Okay, I feel better now.”
“Good.”
“So, are we going to finish, or what?” Lartin said.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Do your villain thing.”
“This is so stupid,” Gary muttered.
Lartin’s eyes lit up. He posed in front of us again. “So it was my father that—”
“Daddy issues,” Gary coughed.
Lartin glared at him.
“Sorry,” Gary said. He wasn’t sorry. “I had something in my throat.”
“My father said that I would never—”
“We didn’t lose that bag of wormwood, did we?” I asked Gary.
“Nah,” Gary said. “It’s still in the satchel on my back.”
“Good. Morgan would be pissed if we forgot that.”
“He’s going to be pissed already. We were supposed to be back yesterday.”
“We would have,” I said. “If some people hadn’t decided to tie us up in a cave.”
Gary and I stared at Lartin.
“You guys are the worst prisoners ever,” he muttered. Then his eyes went wide. “Did you say Morgan?”
“You shouldn’t eavesdrop,” Gary said. “That’s rude. We weren’t listening to you, so you shouldn’t be listening to us.”
“You’re apprenticed to Morgan?” Lartin squeaked. “Morgan of Shadows?”
I grinned at him. “The one and the same.”
“Oh no,” Lartin moaned. “You’re Sam of Wilds.”
“Such a sexy name,” Gary sighed. “Have I ever told you that?”
“Thank you,” I said, pleased. “It sounds very rugged, doesn’t it?” I’d worked very hard on earning that name. It’d change again when I was a full-on wizard, but it was good enough for now.
Gary laughed. “Yeah, but then people meet you and you’re all skinny and adorable, and they’re all like whaaaa?”