harry mintiendo

“Is he coming after us?” I asked, quietly.

She blinked back at the troll, and then at me. “Uh, no. He’s just staring at you.”

“Okay. If he starts this way, let me know.”

“So you can vapor him?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

“Hell, no. So we can run.”

“But what about . . .?” She touched the ring on my hand.

“I lied, kid.”

“What!?”

“I lied,” I repeated. “I’m not a good liar, but trolls aren’t too bright. It was just a light show, but he fell for it, and that’s all that counts.”