HARALABOS
“A slap to the face?” Roc asked as he walked over to me. “Yeah, I don’t know if there’s any coming back from that.”
“You’re a lot of help.” I was stretched out on the roof in defeat. It was Black Sunday night, and while we waited for Po, I had recounted stories from my absence since the Bluefish Tavern.
“It’s not as though she cou-could hate you forever, right?” Yokel laid his head directly next to mine. Roc joined us and we stared up into the night sky that was blanketed by stars.
I began to think aloud. “I mean, she was courting Ridhan to protect me, so you’d have to assume she won’t hate me forever, I guess.”
“I don’t know about that. Knowing Iris, I bet she could hold a grudge for a while,” Roc replied.
“What makes you say that?” Yokel asked.
“Because she’s a girl, and
