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“You told me it was cute and worthless.”
“That’s before I realized you could call a storm and ruin Ash’s entire day. If there is a gift that needs to be protected, it’s that.”

Did...did Rowan just agree to indentured servitude?

“I know where you sleep.”
“You’re smaller than a house cat—I’m not too worried. And if you’ll remember, I know where you sleep, too.”
“Yeah,” Rowan says. “In your girlfriend’s house.”

“Look at you,” Rowan says wryly. “Who needs magic when you have a stick?”

For all I know, the variety Ash prefers is worth its weight in gold. It might be picked on foggy spring days by silent monks, washed in gathered dew, and dried in the heat of a dragon’s cliffside cave.

Revulsion briefly passes over his face, like peanut butter is for peasants.

“You can’t turn back to your normal self?”
“I can. I just haven’t accomplished it yet."
“So…you can’t.”
He ruffles his feathers, peering at me with his unblinking eyes.