“Now,” Nox started, clearing his throat. “We’re all in agreement that after tonight, we go back to being enemies?” “Obviously,” Arowyn said. “How else am I going to beat the two of you in the third trial?” I turned to straighten Nox’s lapel. “Of course. I can’t stand you anyway.” He scowled and gripped both my hand and Arowyn’s, forcing us into twirls in front of him. “At least the pair of you keep me humble.”
