Zion and I looked at each other in shock, slowly returning our gazes to Nero, who leaned over the car window, holding a jar with his peacock spider in his hands.
“H-How did he get in here?” I stuttered.
“It seems that the little rascal covered himself in the shadows from us,” the warlock muttered. “Which is impressive, really, because I never noticed him there.”
“Not the time to be impressed!” I reminded him, panic swirling in the pit of my stomach.
Nero did not pay us much attention, his focus solemn on the ugly fountain.
“We need to take him back,” I whispered. “Otherwise, it will look like we kidnapped a prince of Valreyn.”
“Sh*t,” Zion muttered, and my head snapped in his direction as he was already watching something on his phone. A strong sense of foreboding washed over me.
