Of course he looked as perfect as usual, leaning nonchalantly against the stone wall, arms across a built chest, a bored look on his handsome face.
“Your Grace,” I said with a nod of my head. “I wasn’t aware you went out to the streets. Much less listened to what’s being said on them.” And I was slightly annoyed that someone had been talking when they shouldn’t have, which meant that Gary probably ran his big fat unicorn mouth down at the nail salon where he went to get his hooves touched back up after he’d scuffed the ground in anger. He and the owner, Ming Win, were thick as thieves, and I just knew they were plotting together in that language Ms. Win spoke that sounded like the fluttering of bird wings.
“When it pertains to my wizard, I tend to listen,” he said.
Man, did those words grate. I was not a fucking possession. “Apprentice,” I said.
He glared at me. “What’s that now?”
“Not a wizard. I’m an apprentice. But thank you for your concern.”
“Are you leaving?”
“You’ve never asked me that before.”
“I’ve never had a reason.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “And you do no
w?”
“Ryan,” he said.
“Ryan,” I said blandly, even though my heart was thundering in my chest.
“He’s a bit… distraught.”
“Is he?”
“Has been ever since that night.”
“And which night would that be?”
“When you two went on a date.” He smiled. It was an icy thing. “Sorry. When you went on a date with Todd. How is Todd?”
“Uh. Fine? He’s fine. He’s good.” Actually, I really had no idea how Todd was because after Morgan had said he was sending me north, I’d sent a missive to Todd explaining how his ears were awesome and I liked his freckles, but that I had to leave for months and that it wasn’t fair to him to wait for someone like me. I told him to find a nice man who could eat blueberries and ducks and maybe when I got back, I could take him out for a drink and we could be friends.
He’d responded two days later with a letter of his own.
Sam—
I figured this was coming the moment the Knight Commander got into the carriage with us. Father will be disappointed, but I understand. Your world is magic and mystery. Mine is hotels and theme nights. Those should probably not mix in any romantic capacity. The results could be disastrous.
Safe travels,
Todd
PS: So when are you going to tell the Knight Commander you’re in love with him? Because, honestly? That was PAINFUL.
I had immediately burned the letter because it was all lies and attempted to construct a voodoo doll of Todd. I got stuck on the ears and abandoned the whole project in favor of glaring at the ash remains of the Letter of Evil. I thought about writing again and taking back every nice thing I’d ever said about his ears, realized that was petty and untrue, because his ears were adorable.
And truthfully, I felt kind of bad.
So, no. I hadn’t heard from Todd. Nor had I expected to.
But fuck Justin in the face.
“He’s busy,” I said. “Hotel stuff.”