Go
deep throat
a cactus
That’s what he takes from the request? Who’s Loren?
Wessex is about to throw her hands up in exasperation when she realizes she just needs to leave the Safe House. This is a roundabout conversation, and while she thinks she’s making strides with Sam, some part of her also condescendingly thinks that if she let him, he’d keep her here all night. “Loren Launceleyn. The man with summoning magic.” Everything else about him is either inconsequential to Wessex or unknown. Or both.
“He’s not the ‘let us drink’ type. So Remi’s magic-holding amulets are the best way to have a small, but ready supply in case we need it.” She glances up, to the ceiling of the safe house that she wishes were the sky instead. “Questions?”
Wessex is about to throw her hands up in exasperation when she realizes she just needs to leave the Safe House. This is a roundabout conversation, and while she thinks she’s making strides with Sam, some part of her also condescendingly thinks that if she let him, he’d keep her here all night. “Loren Launceleyn. The man with summoning magic.” Everything else about him is either inconsequential to Wessex or unknown. Or both.
“He’s not the ‘let us drink’ type. So Remi’s magic-holding amulets are the best way to have a small, but ready supply in case we need it.” She glances up, to the ceiling of the safe house that she wishes were the sky instead. “Questions?”
