“So just to be clear, you stormed a demon fortress, got your ass kicked by the smoking hot queen of demons, fought an immortal ocean wizard, killed a kraken, got married, got a boyfriend, adopted two kids, and got over your dragon racism, all on the trip that I wasn’t invited on?” Aria demanded, arms crossed, glaring at Owen.
Owen shrugged. “You said you were busy.”
“Well it turns out I wasn’t that busy, so let’s pretend it was your fault for being a little bitch. Bring me along on the next trip or I quit.”
“Deal,” Owen said, smiling. “It wasn’t the same without you. But Gavin’s mentioned wanting his bodyguard to be bigger now that we’ve got Darby and Greg to look out for too, so we won’t be leaving you behind next time or else it’d just be nothing but knights.”
“Which I hear Gavin wouldn’t object to,” Cleo said pointedly.