Book Seven: Chapter 46

“That’s a really good question. I can’t tell if he’s being cautious around me, or if he really is just a massive dick. But Ingrid didn’t even know who he was, so that’s something, I guess.” He wasn’t sure what the Order knew about his status or the Great Game itself, but if they learned that Francois could kill him and take possession of his home, then all bets would be off. If not for his desire to protect whatever was here on the island, he would have packed up and gone home through his bed portal last night. “Man seems like a massive douchebag, though.”

“Mmm.” She buried her face in his shoulder and clung tight to him. “I’m worried he’ll try to hurt you,” she mumbled into his neck.

“Me too,” he replied. “But I’m expecting it, honestly. He might catch me off-guard at the moment, but it’s like when you’re expecting a sucker punch. I know it’s coming, just not when. And you have taught me so much about how my own magic can be used, both offensively and defensively. Reall