But Baz was the one doing the binding.
“I guess it had to be you,” she said on what sounded like a sigh but was a bit garbled by the tissue separating them. “You’re the only ogre around.”
“What does that even mean? You’re going to drive me crazy, woman.”
“It means whatever I want it to mean.”
“Which actually means you don’t know what you said, you just said it.”
“I know what I said,” she snapped, her words coming through crisper thanks to their sharpness.
He scoffed. “Okay, then. But you don’t know ogres.”
“Of course I do. I’ve met ogres.”
With no immediate threat that he could sense at the bottom of this pit, he sheathed his sword and began patting the wall for a way to reach her—so he could throttle the infuriating female.
“I bet you haven’t met actual ogres,” he said while he prodded the wall. It gave a little, as if he were pressing against Velle’s abdomen, or her thighs.
“Why wouldn’t I have? How do you know whom I have and haven’t met?” Soft palming sounded from the other side. She was exploring too.
“Are you trying to remind how little I know you, and how much less I should trust you?”
He shouldn’t trust her at all. Your would-be murderer, Baz, remember?
She hesitated. “No.”
“It just comes naturally to you, then, it would seem.”
“So it would seem.” Pat, pat, then squelch, squelch.
He found a groove concealed within slick folds of the wall, sucked in a breath, then slipped his hand inside it, every one of his muscles tense. When nothing bit him or sliced him, he wiggled his fingers, then cringed.
“Really like a vagina,” he mumbled under his breath.
“What’d you say?”
“What you’re referring to is a pygmy ogre, not a regular ogre.”
“That’s not what you said.”
“The wall between us is thick.”
“How do you know how thick the wall is? I can hear you well enough to know you said ‘vagina.’”
“Then why the fuck did you ask what I said?”
“Ah-ha! So you admit it.”
“You’re the one who just said it, not me.”
“I thought I heard wrong, ’cause why would the Razer be talking about vaginas while we’re stuck down here?”
“What I was saying was that full-grown ogres are believed to be extinct. One hasn’t been spotted in over two hundred years.”
“Wow, what wonderfully fascinating and enlightening conversation you’re offering me while we’re trapped down who knows where.”
“Don’t go giving me shit. All the dragonshit’s due to you, not me.”
