Page 81 of The Tribes of Magic
I frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense. The supplies weren’t stolen from the Government. They just appeared.”
The TV screen switched to an interview with a Government official. I sat down at one of the long dining tables, sliding onto the bench beside Nevada.
“I hearyouwere there again, Savannah Winters, right in the thick of things. You really are a complete calamity, aren’t you?” Zoe laughed, and so did her friends Rhett and Georgia.
Nevada looked up from the flower necklace she was weaving and shot a glower at Zoe’s table. “Ignore them, Savannah. They’re just jealous you caught the bad guy. And that you got to work with the White Knight. The only thingtheydid today was clean the toilets at the Black Obelisk.”
“I can’t believe Rhett is still even allowed in the Black Obelisk after what he did to Bronte.”
“You need to stop worrying about them. They’re just annoying. They’ll get what’s coming to them.” Dante reached over and stole one of my chicken wings.
“Hey!”
He licked his fingers with relish. “Delicious.”
“If you don’t watch it, bro,youwill get what’s coming to you.”
“Which is what exactly?” He swiped another chicken wing off my plate.
I snatched it back. “My wrath.”
“Careful, Dante,” Nevada warned him. “Savannah set off a tsunami at the swamp today. You do not want to annoy her.”
“A tsunami at the swamp, you say?” Dante glanced at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Not that they ever twinkled with anything else. “A tsunami is a definite step up from setting the curtains on fire.”
I groaned. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Nope.”
I didn’t think so.
“I’m your brother. It’s my job to humiliate you.”
“Swell.”
“Speaking of humiliation…”
“Must we?”
“Oh, we must. We really must, Savi.”
“Fine. Get it out of your system then.”
“People are saying you and the White Knight worked together to catch Jeremy Rubin.”
“Yes,” I said cautiously.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to be hanging out with him so much?”
“Kato is cute,” Nevada said. “I wouldn’t mind hanging out with him.”
“Sure, his magic is cool and all, but he’s a little too much of a show-off. Jareth has stories about him, I’m telling you.”
“Jareth always has stories about everyone,” I told Dante.
“He also has stories about your other boy?—”
“I’d be careful about how you finish that sentence, brother dear. Rumor has it I like to set the curtains on fire. And dump avalanches on people who annoy me.”
