Chapter Fifteen
The Enemy of My Enemy
Barlo opened his eyes with a groan. He blinked. He was flat on his back with Iarion and Paige looming over him. They both wore wary expressions. The stone floor of the cave was hard against his back.
It felt wonderful.
“Barlo?” Iarion asked in a hesitant voice. “Are you really... you?”
Barlo eased himself into a seated position with a grunt. “I can’t believe I resorted to using that blasted cake story to try to catch your attention. Just when I was starting to hope we might never mention it again...”
Paige threw herself at him in a hug. He patted her shoulder.
“Ah, it’s good to see you, lass,” he said. “At least, it’s good to be able to hug you myself.”
“It’s good to have you back,” Iarion said with a grin. “And for the record, you’re never hea
