Adam tucked his fingers around his chin, the corner of his lips rising.
The guardian of the archipelago, indebted to Qing's ancestor, was a golden ticket. He dismissed his original infiltration plans; this was far better.
'Who would have thought Qing's ancestor was such a big shot?' His smile broadened. 'The guardian can surely smuggle Misha and me in as well. No, things are always the same, no matter the realm. I must prepare something she can't refuse.'
He stared at the serpentine creature on Alistair's chest. What could such an ancient creature need? Nothing common, certainly. Perhaps crafting an item, something unprecedented, would pique her interest. He tilted his head, then shook it. 'I'll ask Misha and the others tomorrow morning.'
Eyes sparkling and wondering what dream magic could do, he recalled Luna's ability to dream of herself in the real world. The sixteen dream places she created were also mysteries he had always wanted to crack.
