Dale sat back. He wanted to run. Sprint. High tail the f**k out of there. He really did. But curiosity got the better of him. Also, there was a part of him that was a little frightened. Mages? But more than all of that, he didn’t want to leave Greta. Whatever she was, he wanted to be a part of it as well. Even if it contradicted every single thing that he had ever known about the world.
“I’m listening…” Dale finally answered back.
“You’re cursed, Dale,” he started. I knew that the minute I saw you, maybe before, some of you have rubbed off on my daughter here – you’re on her.”
Dale felt bad. He looked at Greta. She didn’t look upset. None of them did. But the way Billick had said it, it didn’t sound like it was a good thing.
“I’m – I’m sorry,” Dale fumbled out. It felt like the right t
