Chapter 8
Galen bit back a smile when he and Marc entered Rénald’s living room Tuesday night. Marc had his arm around Galen’s waist, which, from Ian’s expression, did not sit well with him—although Galen had no problem with it. He rather wished it wasn’t only for show. Okay, it is more than that, I think. It’s Marc’s way of telling Ian to back off because he and I are a couple, or working on it.
Rénald got it immediately, it seemed, and winked at Galen before saying, “Do we have anything we need to discuss before we take off?”
“I do,” Galen replied, taking a seat on the sofa opposite Ian and Rénald. “Do elves use magic when they fight?”
Ian nodded. “Some do. Since, as a race, we’re generally peaceful, there aren’t that many. If you’re referring to Walker, he’s a fairly powerful mage, f
