“Like crap,” Zach grumbled. He gave Zorian a suspicious look. “I heard you’re the one who tracked me down after my asshole caretaker just stuffed my unconscious body down in some basement. I guess I should thank you for that, but… how are you so much better off than me? Did you not get caught in the blast or something?”
“You know our conversation is probably being eavesdropped upon, right?” Zorian asked him.
“So? Just put up a privacy ward on the room and be done with it,” Zach told him.
“I can’t,” Zorian said. “I can’t really cast anything right now.”
Zach was quiet for a few seconds.
“Ah,” he said finally. “I guess you didn’t get off as lightly as it appears. You probably don’t want to hear this, but that kind of makes me glad. I kind of prefer it when you have to suffer throug
