Twenty-Six
Chase returns with a collection of bagels, and he, Calla, Dash and I eat quickly before sitting around the dining room table to discuss what was decided at the summit.
“Why is no one else here for this meeting?” I ask before Chase begins.
“I’ve already reported back on the summit to everyone else,” he says. “They know what their next step is. You were at the Guild, Em. And Dash was asleep.”
“I prefer the term ‘recovering from extreme exhaustion and overuse of magic,’” Dash says. “Makes me sound less lazy.”
Calla rolls her eyes. Chase says, “Okay, let’s get through this quickly. Cal and I need to leave in about twenty minutes.”
“Leave for where?” Dash asks.
Calla tells him to be quiet. Chase opens his mouth to speak again, and at that point, a spider scurries across the ta
