“Aren’t there some beings who live under a bridge you could sit with?” I ask as some guys that Rafe appears friendly with filter in. One of them calls his name, and Rafe tips his chin. “Ah, there they are now. In all their troll-like glory.” Rafe’s eyebrow arches. “And your friends are the pinnacle of anti-trollness?” I lean back and peek at Lan talking to Gabrielle. “Of course, look at them. They’re adorable. We all are.”
