Seventy-three:
Prince George
Quincy fixed my hand.
I wasn’t sure how. But my hand had been regained with smoke, magic, and spells. When Quincy finished, he stepped back and he looked at it as though looking for any imperfections.
He clapped his own hands together. “A masterpiece----it should work fine. You owe me, Little Prince.”
“How much?” I asked. “I can pay, you know I can. It might not be right away, but I’m good for it.”
He smirked. “I’m not talking about payment in the traditional sense, Little Prince. I’m talking about in the form of favors. You are connected to The Dragon Queen. She’s carrying your future child. You have favor with her so I need favor with you.”
I frowned. I wasn’t sure how I felt about making a promise on Ashden’s behalf. I didn’t even know if she wa
