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“Well, I like it that way,” Alaric says. “Maybe that’s why he’s my favorite.”
I think it over. “Makes sense, if you struggle with cues. Do you like Tad Williams?”
“Some,” he says. “The series about Simon was pretty epic, but honestly I liked his virtual-reality Otherland series better.”
“What about Orlando?” I mention my favorite character from that series.
“Hell yeah. Orlando’s a badass with a heart.”
We walk on for a minute. I steal a glance at his hand, still holding his travel mug of coffee. It’s a nice hand, with long elegant fingers.
So far, Alaric is batting seven out of nine, if I counted up my requests correctly.
The Goddess has to be kidding me. This has got to be a joke, right?
No way. Seriously, No. Fucking. Way.
We’re already at Valley Medical Imaging. “This is me,” I say.
“Can we get dinner together?” he asks. “We could talk about the Last King of Osten Ard.”
I would love to discuss the Last King of Osten Ard—with anybody, but especially with someone who gets it. “Pizza at Benny’s at 6?”
“Cool,” he says, and beams like a five-year-old again. “Have a good day, Rochelle!”
I mean, the Goddess has got to be playing a prank on me.
