“Colby?”
That voice. That epic high-king-in-winter voice. Everybody including the books spun that way.
Sir Laurence gave them all a magisterial smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but I would quite like to say something, if you’d not mind humoring an old man.”
Old? Maybe. But Jason would’ve bet money that those pale eyes had taken in everything and come to conclusions, calm and shrewd and experienced.
He also had the wild impulse to say yes to a quest, to kiss Sir Laurence’s ring, to get on both knees and let that hand rest on his head. Hell, they all probably would.
“Please,” Colby got out, sounding fairly stunned. “I mean, yes, sir. I mean we’re not humoring you. Oh God. Sorry, sir.”
“Oh, do stop that. Are you feeling a bit better, then?”
This time Colby just nodded. Jason squeeze
