Rachel Morgan

“Riven won’t be happy to hear you’re waltzing in through the main entrance,” Niko calls after me.

“Riven won’t be happy to hear you’re waltzing in through the main entrance,” Niko calls after me.

“Sure I do. They’re in my pocket.”

“Oh, wait, you do have a wand though. I saw you using it on my wall.”

Wow, you catch on fast

“Yes. And if this is your way of asking if you can rip my shirt open and feel my chest, you’re not exactly being subtle about it.”

After a split second hesitation, I say, “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m asking. Can I start now?”

Well, they set the rules, and I get in trouble with all of them if I break them, so they must all be in charge.”

“No, I know what I mean, and I’m making sure that you also know what I mean.”

Haven’t I always known that this is the way the world works? Life’s a bitch and then you die. I just haven’t got to the dying part yet.

The entire entrance expands, the sparkling quartz walls seeming to push aside the surrounding buildings.