“Your turn to play strongman, huh?” Reagan wrinkled her nose and put up her hands. “There is something else out that way. Do you see it?” “What do you mean, my turn to play strongman?” I waited by his door. “Dual-mages.” She waggled her finger in our direction. “You switch off the different hats, right?” “We’re not a dual-mage.” She put up her hand to block the sun. “Not yet, but something changed after you left the bar. You’re acting like the Bankses. I can see it. Hell, I can feel constant shifting between you. It’s pleasant. I like when your rage shifts around. That’s the most fun.”
