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“Jaqleon.” Pain flickered across Rodaric’s face when he adjusted his arm—one of his injuries most likely. Apparently his half drunk fae potion hadn’t done much.
Focus! I can’t help with injuries—just the hiding!
“He’s as tall and skinny as a bean pole—he comes from a family of summoners, so he’s got the tattoos,” Rodaric continued.
“Tattoos?” I asked.
“On his arms,” Rodaric said.
“Must you tell hereverything?” Brevlanne hissed.
“Yes,” Rodaric said. “She’s helping us, and if she can’t find Oleander and Jaqleon, there’s no telling if they’ll get back to the clocktower!”
“They’re elves,” Brevlanne scoffed. “They don’t need the help of ashadow.”
Normally I would have been way more interested in the conversation. I’d always been a little freaked out by how easily the elves of Calor Villa seemed to accept me. But even the curious part of me couldn’t be roused in the middle of an emergency—my survival instinct was way too strong for that.
“Brevlanne,” Rodaric growled. “Why do you think she’s with us right now? Becauseweneedherhelp!”
Brevlanne grimaced—although I think it might have been from the pain.
“She is our king’s Ama,” Rodaric said.
“Amalourne,” I automatically said as I looked up and down the street with practiced paranoia.
Rodaric stopped walking, jolting us to a stop. “What?”
“He calls me Amalourne.” I paused, remembering the weird reaction Ker had when Noctus had called me that in front of her. “Though maybe I shouldn’t have shared that.”
Both Rodaric and Brevlanne were staring at me, unmoving.
Oh boy. Yeah, I shouldn’t have said that.
I’d repent of blurting out the nickname later. For now I had bigger problems. “We have to keep moving, please.” I tugged the pair forward.
They were silent for several steps.
“His arms,” Brevlanne abruptly said, her voice almost sulky.
“I’m sorry…what?” I asked, confused.
“Jaqleon has tattoos on his arms,” she said.
Huh. Did my nickname bring about this attitude change, or what?
To my surprise, Brevlanne continued. “He works at, I, I can’t remember what it’s called.” She rapidly blinked, and I could almost see her body start to register the shock from the injury and the situation crawling across her.
“It’s a, a computer repair shop. The only one downtown,” Rodaric tried to explain, his eyebrows bunching in frustration when the words didn’t come easily.
“I know the place,” I said. “They do phones and other electronic repairs, too.”
We were at the base of the clocktower—we just had to cross the street.
“Will you be okay here?” I asked, peering up at the clock face.
“We’ll be fine.” Rodaric let me go. He plucked the empty fae potion from Brevlanne’s hands. “Thank you, Chloe.”
I didn’t waste my words as I turned and ran, sprinting back in the direction we’d come from.
