I uncapped the blade, flung open the door, and found myself face-to-face with a black pegasus. Whoa, boss! Its voice spoke in my mind as it clopped away from the sword blade. I don’t wanna be a horse-ke-bob! Its black wings spread in alarm, and the wind buffeted me back a step. “Blackjack,” I said, relieved but a little irritated. “It’s the middle of the night!” Blackjack huffed. Ain’t either, boss. It’s five in the morning. What you still sleeping for? “How many times have I told you? Don’t call me boss.” Whatever you say, boss. You’re the man. You’re my number one.
