The white sheep of the family
When Remi’s voice spoke up from a raccoon’s body directly in Loren’s ear he nearly jumped out of his skin. As it was, he flinched and felt his body twitch at the uncomfortable sound and sensation. He also had to yank back at the magic that instinctively tried to leap out of him. ”Remi! Haven’t you learned better than to startle me?” If the alchemist didn’t learn to give the summoner a warning he wasn’t sure they’d both survive this friendship. ”I didn’t know that about the Fae. But I’d rather be able to participate in the conversations if at all possible.” His voice, previously cheerful, held an annoyed tone in it. The other man had rattled the Launceleyn, perhaps more than he cared to admit.
Will blood tell
