“You think I’m what?!” Ash exclaimed.
He lifted his hand to push against his chin. He knew his mouth was hanging open. It tended to do that when he was shocked speechless.
“You are an Ancient,” Kubo repeated.
“I’m thirty-two,” Ash automatically responded, running a hand down his face.
Kubo shook his head and sat forward in his chair. “You know the number of planetary cycles since your birth is not what I am talking about,” he chided.
Ash’s hand dropped to his side. “Come on, Kubo. You expect me to believe I’m some Knight of the Gallant Order, magically returned to help defeat the Legion and restore order to the galaxy? If you do, I have a bridge in Brooklyn I’d love to sell you,” he retorted.
Kubo sat back in his seat. “I do not need a bridge from Brooklyn. The galaxy needs the Knigh
