“Yes, and? So do I.” “They want to kill me,” I say. “They won’t kill you—you’ll be a guest. I’ll even cast the spell if you want. Be our guest.” “I can’t stay in your house. Are you kidding me?” “Snow, we’ve lived in the same room for seven years. How can you have a problem with this?” “You’re mad!” I say, closing the door. Completely off his nut.
