He left, and I frowned at where he'd stood in the doorway, wondering why I felt as though I'd disappointed him in some way. "He seems very helpful," I mused. Owen and Cosmo both chuckled, and I turned to them. "What? What is it?" "Bryony, I think he'd like it if you made him one of your Chosen," Cosmo said. "Or at least if you let him rock your boat," Owen added, grinning and jumping into his trousers.
