Bael folds his arms, lifting his chin. “We were busy.” “Doing?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I fold my arms, too. “I would, actually.” “Too fucking bad. Take not knowing as your punishment for running off and leaving us here like useless sacks of potatoes,” I grunt, my irritation returning. Maven’s eyes flash. For a half second, as our keeper turns to me with a deathly glare, I regret all my life choices. “Punishment? I must’ve misheard you.” Nope. Stay strong. It doesn’t matter how scary she can be—I’m digging my heels in with this one.
