The barman puts the cold bottle on the table and looks at me. I shake my head. I wait for him to leave before I turn back to Jarod. “Should I ask Fen?”
Something shifts in his gaze. I know what it is. I wonder does he. He picks up his fresh bottle. “Leave her out of this.”
I shrug. “If you’re unwilling…” I leave it hanging. Pushing my chair back, I smile at him. “I’m sure she’ll share exactly what she thinks of you-“
“Fine.” He bites out the word. “Tomorrow.”
“You’re just having that Chapter Twelve feeling again.”
“Be glib,” he mutters. His cold glare pins me and I remember just how powerful I made Jarod Vae. Lord of the Inner Circle. Bone Magician. Chaos in human form. “But at the end, I’ll remember this.”
The end. I ignore the twist in my gut.
His harsh laughter follows me out of the bar.