WILL ROLLED OUT of bed after Case left. After a quick shower, he descended the open staircase from his bedroom to his studio, heading towards the attached kitchenette to grab breakfast.
“Morning,” came a voice.
He turned back. Fader sat hunched over Will’s design table, holding the stylus Will used to draw freehand on the screen.
Will walked over. “Oh. Hi, dude. Didn’t see you.”
Fader frowned. “Sitting right here,” he said, as if he needed to confirm that to Will.
Will nodded. “Sitting right here and—” He stopped, startled at what Fader was sketching. “And making with the awesome.” He bent closer, examining Fader’s drawing. “Wow! And I say again—wow.”
The sketch was of Morrigan, the powerful witch they’d fought together. Fought and defeated. Well, Case and Fader defeated her. Case ha
