“You don’t have anyone to go with, either?” she asked.
Zorian closed his eyes and swore in his head. He’d really walked into that one, hadn’t he?
Zorian was nervous. Ever since his very first restart, he had been assiduously avoiding the city on the day of the festival, not willing to get caught up in the invasion again. Being present within city limits could easily result in his grisly death, after all, and back then he hadn’t been sure whether he would have another restart. That wasn’t an option anymore, unless he wanted to clue in Zach that there was something wrong with him.
Bottom line was, he was stuck attending the dance, with the unexpected addition of Ibery as his date for the evening. He wasn’t exactly happy with that. He didn’t really have much of a plan for the evening, e
