Prince, 98

“So I just take this off when I’m ready to come back?” Franz asked, touching the necklace Ronaldo had given him.

“That’s correct, my prince,” said Ronaldo. “I confess the spellwork is somewhat beyond my ken. As you know, wizards are incapable of teleportation magic. But it has been crafted and vetted by mages I trust, and I have tested it myself. When you put it on, you shall be transported to the room where you shall meet with Lord Geoffrey, and when you take it off, you shall be returned here instantaneously.”

‘Here’ was a room at the mages’ academy, because it had been deemed too much a security risk to teleport directly into or out of the castle, which seemed reasonable to Franz. “Okay. How much time do we have?”

Pajama Day

Gavin sighed, turning left, then right. “These places are laid out so fucking weirdly,” he said to Owen.

“You get used to it,” Owen promised. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“No, it’s fine.” Gavin shifted his phone to his other hand. “I’m fully capable of doing this, and you’ve got work.”

“So do you.”

“Yeah, but I make money faster than you can give it away,” said Gavin, smirking. He did have four meetings and six job interviews later in the day, but this shouldn’t take long. “I have to take breaks sometimes to give you time to catch up, or else it’s just embarrassing for you.”

“You know what, just for that I’m going on Kickstarter during my break and funding every project I can find.”