“Could you do this on purpose?” He’s probing my back with his fingers, one eyebrow cocked. “If you could, you wouldn’t even need a spell to hide them—they’re hardly noticeable like this.” “Pfft, I look like that Disney character with the droopy eye.” He stares at me for a second. “Quasimodo?” “Yeah, him.” He rolls his eyes again. “All right, maybe, but you don’t look like a dragon.”
