17
We exited Fabra’s shop and I paused to enjoy the warmth of the sun. Bleat, however, was less cheerful as he stepped up to my side. A scowl distorted his features and he cast a dark look over his shoulder at the door. “Damn him and his prices. . .”
“You’re the one who suggested him,” I reminded him.
“Yeah, and I’m already regretting it,” Bleat quipped as he readjusted the bag. He paused and looked me over with a sharp, not entirely friendly study. “I think I should keep you with me as my own deposit.”
Blackbeak glared at him. “We’ll be here.”
“And I can make sure of that by keeping with you,” Bleat pointed out.
Blackbeak opened his beak, but a wink from me gave him pause before I looked to our greedy friend. “I’m not sure you want to do that.”
Bleat arched an eyebrow. “Why
