She cackles and claps her hands. “Oh my gods! You hooked up! You hooked up with Instructor Tall, Dark, and Broody!” “What? No!” Cringing, I slap my palm over her mouth and do a quick check of the stable. Empty. Thank the gods. For once, luck is on my side. “I didn’t hook up with him. Not like that, anyway. We just—” Olive rips my hands from her mouth and squeals. “You just what? Planted the parsnip? Fed the kitty? Swallowed his sword? Took a trip to pound town? Did the no-pants dance?”
