“It’s not safe for you to travel alone, Rose,” Rissa pointed out. “Plus, if I recall correctly, you don’t have a horse here.” “Fates,” Rose grumbled, cursing. “Fine. Let’s go, monkey boy.” Chaz spat out his water, spraying Lark across the face. “Monkey boy?” Whirling to the door, I pulled it open, muttering, “I hate all of you,” as I walked outside. As she strode past me and to Nightshade, Rose flicked her braid over her shoulder and said, “Better stay on my good side, or I’m tossing you off his back.”
