The Guardian placed his hand on the monster’s side and stroked its scales. I tensed, expecting him to withdraw a bloody palm, but his hand was unmarred as he pulled away to face me with that annoying smirk. “Nice crown.” I should have given it to that merchant with the fish. “Thank you.” I plastered on a sweet smile. “Is that what you’ve put in your trunks? Crowns and jewels?” “My belongings are none of your business.” I crossed my arms over my chest, raising my chin as he walked my way, his boots a steady drum on the dock’s boards.
