Fifteen
“Whoa, hey, calm down.” Dash blinks, confused. “I’m on your side. How have you not figured that out yet?”
“It’s okay, Emerson,” Violet says, running up to me. “He’s telling the truth. He’s on our side.”
“How can he possibly be on our side?” Anger rushes hotly through my veins, escaping in violent sparks that shoot away from me and aim straight for Dash’s face.
“Ow!” He ducks and bats the magic away with both hands. “What the heck, Em?”
“You tried to imprison me! And then you pushed me off the edge of a cliff!”
“Jeez, Em, I’m the only reason you got away from the Guild. You never would have escaped without my help.” He straightens as my magic stops attacking him. “You don’t think guardians are normally that clumsy, do you? And the cliff …” He shrugs, looking a little sheepish.
