said Tia. âI threw a bunch of stuff together because I didnât know what Iâd need. Meanwhile, youâve been letting things just happen . Are you sure youâre up for this? Need a day to recover?â
âI once went a week straight without sleeping in a duel of death with a sniper in the deltas of Cambodia. I think Iâll manage.â
Tia removed her backpack and, with a relieved sigh, set it next to a precarious stack of boxes that might topple over any moment. âMaybe you should get another butler. Or a manservant. What happened to the old butler, anyway? Jenkins was his name, right?â
âHe was part of a secret society.â
âI thought that was why you hired him.â
âNo, another secret society. A bad one. Wanted to prepare the Earth for alien invasion or blow up New Jersey. Or something.â
âHow many secret societies are there?â
âIâve stopped counting, and a surprising number of them want to blow up New Jersey. Hell if I know why. Thatâs whytheyâre secret societies. They donât tend to share their mission statement. He tried to steal a magic idol I had stowed around here. We had a knife fight on a rooftop. He stumbled and fell to his death.â
âBut when I asked you what happened to him, you said, âHe took a long trip.âââ
Connie smiled.
Tia groaned. âOh, God, I just got that now. Donât take this the wrong way, Connie, but I think I know where your trust issues come from.â
âTheyâre not issues. I just assume my closest allies will betray me when it serves their purposes.â
âOh, I know. How many times have you jabbed me with a fork over the years?â
âItâs only being prudent,â replied Connie. âYou understand.â
âJust one of the joys of being your friend. So, whatâs up with this Byron guy?â
âNothing much. It wasnât planned, but it just felt right.â
âHe seemed nice the two seconds I was allowed to talk to him.â
âHe is nice. And smart. And cute. And a regular person.â
âHow did you end up with him, then?â
Connie started poking through boxes for the item they would need to begin her last adventure. âI can end up with normal guys.â
âFor a night, sure,â said Tia, âbut do you actually plan on calling him?â
âI donât know. Yes?â Connie grabbed an ancient relic, and thunder rattled the apartment windows. She tossed it aside. âI want to.â
âBuuuuuut?â
âBut . . . Yâknow how it is. It was a good night, but thatâs probably all it was.â
âOnly one way to find out if it can be more,â said Tia.
âYou think I should, then?â asked Connie.
âYou promised you would, and didnât you swear an oath to never break your word?â
Connie moved aside a ray gun and several bottles of dried wolfsbane. She needed to organize this stuff better.
âIâm an adventurer, not a Boy Scout.â
Tia dug through her pack for a bottle of water and twisted off the cap. âI still think you should call him.â
âI have water,â said Connie. âComes straight out of the tap with a turn of a knob. Like magic.â
Tia shrugged. âI donât drink tap.â
âOh, youâll make a dandy sidekick.â
âI think you should call him. Oath or no oath.â
Connie opened a mysterious case, and the phoenix feather within burst into bright blue flame as its spirit shrieked in the throes of its rebirth. She slammed the case shut and interrupted the process. âNow, where the hell did I put that key? You really think I should? But what if this doesnât work? What if I canât be normal?â
âItâll work,â said Tia. âAnd if it doesnât, who gives a shit?Heâs different than most the guys youâve had. Even the