Chapter 4
Odd how familiar that felt: wanting to do something. He’d forgotten that sensation.
He’d been trying notto do anything for so long. He’d been sure that he couldn’t, that everything was futile, for far longer than that.
But he could now. He could protect Nicholas. He would
The smarter of the two intrusions glared. “Because you say so?”
“Yes,” Tom agreed, “because I say so,” and set the imminent fire-flare aside and instead reached into thin air—actually one of his favorite pocket-spells, useful for holding ingredients or pens or recipes—and fished around for a second, found what he was searching for tangled in an ancient Roman recipe for baked pears, held it up. “Because this says so. Go away.”
Both bounty hunters got abruptly speechless. Staring.