“What makes you so sure I have powers?”
He finishes his drink in one big gulp and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You see, I wasn’t sure. Well, not until you took down that golem. Which was spectacular, by the way.” His eyes widen and he looks me up and down. “But you had help, didn’t you?”
My mind races and I’m not exactly sure what to say. If he was able to see me through the golem’s eyes, then he already knows. Though I don’t know the extent of what he saw…Jacques took off his charm for a short time. But was the golem within eyesight then? Everything happened so fast. I’m not sure.
“You already know I wasn’t alone. My turn for a question. If you didn’t send the golem, who did?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss.”
“Then I’m done here.” I make a move to stand and Jason leans forward.
“A colleague.”
“Really? Do you guys discuss magical artifacts at the water cooler every day too?”
He presses his lips together. “Of course not. We so happen to have similar interests and trade items every now and then.”
“But you’re BFFs enough for them to send a fucking golem raging around the city?”
“A particular deal had been worked out where we traded a good for a service in this instance.”
I roll my eyes and stand for real this time, moving out of his grasp. There’s still so much I want to know, but my gut is telling me to get the hell out of here. “We’re obviously not on the same page here, buddy. In fact, I think we’re in different books. In different genres at that. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m going to find out.”
“Ace, wait.” He stands so fast he bumps into the table and knocks the wine glass over.
“I’m done here.”
“We could be great together.” His brown eyes flash.
Aware others in the bar are looking at us and assuming we’re having some sort of lovers’ quarrel, I just shake my head. “No. No, we wouldn’t be.”
