"I beg your pardon?" he asked, his tone teetering between disbelief and panic.
"You heard me," I said, calm and deliberate. "You and I. We're going there."
He blinked at me like I'd just asked him to wrestle a dragon naked. Then, slowly, almost comically, his head turned toward Flogga and Narg—seeking confirmation, maybe hoping one of them would tell him I was joking or that I'd taken a knock to the head.
But both of them sat quietly, unreadable. Flogga scratched her arm. Narg yawned.
Seriously?
Were they deaf? Did they not hear the madness I just spoke? Or had they just accepted this level of insanity as my default now?
Gork finally turned back to me, eyes wide, voice cracking.
"I'd really rather not go there."
"Why?" I asked, raising a brow, though I already knew. "Is that a problem?"
