"I didn't say that she would have a photograph," Fletcher retorted, looking just as disgusted as Vex sounded. "Just that if she had one, I could do it."
China doubted Saffron had one. There was only one reason she might, one that Vex had so inelegantly pointed out, and the poor girl probably knew next to nothing about sex. Now that she was free - or at least as free as a born-and-raised Necromancer could be - someone was going to have to teach her. Someone she trusted, of course. Right now, that pretty much amounted to Solomon.
China's magic was coming back to her. She'd noticed dredges of it this morning, hardly enough to be called 'magic,' but more than she'd had in the past week. Given a month or two, and Saffron might be willing to have a different teacher. Solomon would no doubt prefer that.
"The first man who invents an anti-going-evil spell is going to be a global hero," Ravel muttered, engrossed in his relatively successful attempt to be precise.
"I'm..." Fletcher stopped, eyes wide, looking very much like a deer caught in the headlights. "I'm getting paid for this?"
It surprised China that the boy could be so self-obsessed when she first met him, and yet be so thrown with what should have been obvious. Should have been a case of common sense. Fletcher's sense of self-importance seemed tied completely to his unique ability. As China watched, he shook himself and dragged his mind back on track. "I don't know. I've never tried. I should be able to, though, if I had a day or so to practice."
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China doubted Saffron had one. There was only one reason she might, one that Vex had so inelegantly pointed out, and the poor girl probably knew next to nothing about sex. Now that she was free - or at least as free as a born-and-raised Necromancer could be - someone was going to have to teach her. Someone she trusted, of course. Right now, that pretty much amounted to Solomon.
China's magic was coming back to her. She'd noticed dredges of it this morning, hardly enough to be called 'magic,' but more than she'd had in the past week. Given a month or two, and Saffron might be willing to have a different teacher. Solomon would no doubt prefer that.
"The first man who invents an anti-going-evil spell is going to be a global hero," Ravel muttered, engrossed in his relatively successful attempt to be precise.
"I'm..." Fletcher stopped, eyes wide, looking very much like a deer caught in the headlights. "I'm getting paid for this?"
It surprised China that the boy could be so self-obsessed when she first met him, and yet be so thrown with what should have been obvious. Should have been a case of common sense. Fletcher's sense of self-importance seemed tied completely to his unique ability. As China watched, he shook himself and dragged his mind back on track. "I don't know. I've never tried. I should be able to, though, if I had a day or so to practice."