“I think we should ask someone.” I suggested reluctantly dropping my gaze from the couple who were on the verge of tearing each other’s clothes apart. I looked around for anyone sober because as far as I could see, denizens of Piranha were all boozers.
Sebastian’s reply was drowned in the mass of yelling witches who had just poofed-arrived and now were fighting with a local vendor who looked pissed-off at something the tallest among them had said. (Ladies and shopping!)
Gulping a puking sensation, I advanced in the market taking one step at a time all the while keeping a constant gaze at the tall witch who was busy arguing with the vendor.
“You don’t f**k up with me, Raku. Not until you want all of your teeth in perfect places. What do you take me to be? Have you forgotten who I am?”
