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I grimaced. “I don’t recommend wrestling with a dragon’s tail. Speaking of which, have they seen any since?”
“No. The King has stationed more archers on the rooftops at night. He’s also lit the highest spire in the castle. You should see it. It’s a beacon that turns night to day.”
“Sounds annoying for sleep.”
“Better than getting eaten.”
“Speaking of eaten, he was saying something about a trip. Apparently you agreed?”
“He thinks we can do something about the monsters.”
“And you believe him?”
She nodded.
I could have told her what he’d said, about how his hunch was based on a dream, but it felt…wrong. Like a betrayal, given he’d told me reluctantly. “What if he’s wrong?”
“Better wrong than sitting on our buttocks.”
“He wants me to go, but I don’t see how I’d be of any use.”
“Um, you held off a dragon. By yourself. Even stabbed it in the eye.”
The compliment pleased, but I had to be honest. “I got lucky.”
“You were brave. All the giants say they’d take a brave Sliver over a scared soldier. Besides, I know you can fight. You’re better than me with a knife up close, and you’ve got your potions.”
Potions that Daksh called magic.
Palla snapped her fingers. “Oh, before I forget to tell you, there’s a stash of powders and their containers on the washroom counter. Qynn said you might want to make a few of your concoctions before we go.”
“Wait, is she really going?”
“We all are.”
“We’re not heroes, Palla.” I don’t know why I remained convinced of that.
She took my hand and squeezed it. “People don’t decide if they’re heroes. History does. And in the present, all we can do is our best.”
“You already have your hero speech.”
Palla winked. “I’ve always wanted a song written about me.”
“You know a lot of heroes die.”
“But are never forgotten. Now, are you done arguing?”
I grimaced. “No. I hate how logical you all make it sound. Meanwhile, you’re talking about traveling during a time of great monster unrest.”
“Charred meat for every meal!” Palla pointed out the positive. “We’ve already packed the spices.”
“This is going to end badly,” I moaned.
“But at least we’ll be together.”
How could I resist that threat?
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
