“You think that quill is going to magically write the notes for you?” Talhan jeered from the bed. “Shut up and stop watching me,” Rua growled, eyeing the Immortal Blade leaning against the desk. “Or I will turn that blade on you.” “You can be as grim and threatening as you like, Princess.” Talhan smiled, hooking his thumb at Bri. “I grew up with that one, so it just makes you feel like family to me.” “Shut it,” Bri snarled.
