“This will take us to danger.” “Us,” she said and tore the bit of parchment that led to the Gloomweald in two, letting the pieces fall to the floor. “That’s what I choose.” Damien’s face fought a smile, eyes still trained on hers. That was fine—she would be happy enough for the both of them until he realized it was the right choice. “Touching and disgusting.” Xander dragged himself over to them and swiped the remaining parchment from Damien’s hand.
