“I…” Zen should keep practicing, but then, he supposed they still had a long journey ahead. There was time to get the spell right. “I’d be glad to.”
“Then maybe you can tell me more about these thieving hands of yours.” Enki took one in his own to lead Zen out of the alley, but even once they surfaced onto the street, this time, he didn’t let go.
“I suppose the best place to start would be with Jorgen, who I have thoroughly enjoyed torturing for many years.”
* * * *
Enki was sweet and charming and so warm—his touch and his presence. He cast magic as second-naturedly as Morty did, though without ever consulting a book. It was simple things, like levitating vegetables from one table to another or having a carving knife chop them on its own while mid-conversation, but he did so as easily
