Wirr glowered. “Easy for you lot to say,” he grumbled. Caeden glanced across at him. “We’ll make sure you’re safe. We’re all painfully aware that you’re the weakest one here.” “It’s a little awkward,” concurred Asha. “Lucky you’re a prince, really,” continued Davian absently, peering over the edge into the raging white water. “You wouldn’t have a whole lot going for you if you didn’t have—” “All right,” growled Wirr. Davian shared a grin with Asha, for the briefest of moments the banter making him feel like they were all back in Caladel.
