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“My…my brother said that sorcerers drink the blood of young girls.” Edan simply burst out laughing.
“This contest wearies me. We are craftsmen. We should learn from one another, not cut each other’s throats.”
Edan chuckled, having heard me. “Careful of pickpockets!” he called from behind. Worried, I dug my hand into my pocket, only to find a new apple—and fifty jens. I whirled around, but Edan was gone.
reverse pick-pocketed
“You’re used to being underestimated, so you want to prove yourself. Don’t let that be your crutch. Accept help when you need it.”
“I’m sorry, Maia,” he whispered. It might have meant more to me had I known that this was the first time Edan the Lord Enchanter had ever apologized to anyone.
His eyes caught a glint of sunlight, and he turned, grinning at me. “The more I tell you, the less charming you’ll find me.”
“I thought we should get to know each other,” I said. “It’s not like we have any alternatives for company.” “Ah, you should have brought more books to read, then. Would you like one of mine?” I was sorely tempted to take it and throw it at his head.
It was the same gingery tea he had forced me to drink before. Only slightly stronger. I licked my lips clean and made a face. “You have no taste. No wonder you’re so fond of drinking foul-tasting tea.” “Who said it was tea?” Edan rubbed his hands, reveling in my horrified expression. “Ginger’s often used in potions. Truth serums, love potions…” I made a gasping sound. “What am I drinking?” He reached for the canteen and took a sip. “Ginger tea.”
I thought of a thousand names to call Edan, but as I saw the corners of his lips lift mischievously and his eyes sparkle that deep blue I secretly relished, none made it past my lips. So I huffed and stalked off to set up my tent.
“I thought you’d died.” “That was inconsiderate of me,”
And for the first time, I stopped counting the days until it was over. Now I didn’t want it to end.
