Ezrik was confused.
While the twins, Viggo and Lars, glared murderously at him like they were already planning how to turn him into floor paste, the girl, Phoenix, was smiling. Grinning at Navian, even. And the worst part? Navian looked like he expected it. Like this was normal. Like they knew each other.
Did they know each other?
Ezrik shoved the thought aside before it could annoy him further. His mind snapped back to the one thing that actually mattered. Willow. Wherever she was, he hoped she wasn't dead or bleeding out somewhere in this madness. She was too damn useful to die. Too important to his plan.
…And fine, he liked the girl. He didn't want her getting hurt.
"Stars, I should've eaten before this," Quinn groaned beside him, rubbing his stomach while fiddling with the strap of his chair.
"You didn't eat? Or bring anything?" Ezrik asked, staring at him like he'd committed a crime.
