Zak turned toward the corner of the building, the guild’s entrance just out of sight. “Don’t you guys have anything better to do?” At his question, a head poked around the corner—Tori’s curly red hair. Aaron, Kai, and Ezra leaned out too, all four watching us with expressions varying from sheepish to annoyed as the rain swiftly drenched them. “So,” Tori drawled, “you two are a thing?” “They’re definitely a thing,” Aaron said. “But what kind of thing?” Ezra wondered.
