“Will you join me inside?” I ask Damien. It’s been too long since we talked together, alone. Well, except the day he opened that portal, but that doesn’t really count. We were both shocked at what had happened, and he left before we finished talking.
“I thought you were tired?” he responds. I hit him on the shoulder like I always do when he makes stupid jokes like that. “You don’t need to hit me, Wolfprincess.”
“Gah, I hate that name! The way those true elves say it makes my blood curdle!” I laugh. Damien joins me, but he sounds more tired than happy. What’s going on with him? Are there more happening behind my back? I need to know, so I drag him with me to the living room. I ask Mother Safira for some tea and sweet snacks on the way.
The living room is mainly occupied by a big, purple,
