“Since he hurt you, my dear, would you like to be the one to roast him alive?” “I thought not,” Alexandria said as Gutenberg brought his head in too. “Hold on,” he whispered to Charm, who was slowly crawling toward him. But now he was left with only one option. That had gone about as well as he should have expected. “Or was there some other challenge you were referring to?” “Was this what you meant?” she asked him, bringing her enormous head within inches of his. Now, like my friend said, come at me.”Īlexandria reached down and grabbed the sword from Owen’s hand and flung it away so hard it embedded itself in the storybook wall. “If you’re not going to challenge me,” Owen said, Charm’s sword arm in his hand, “then I guess I’m going to have to challenge you. He reared back in pain and searched the courtyard for the cause. “Please do,” Gutenberg said, then let out an enormous shriek as a metal sword sliced into his paw. “If you do have to eat such a foul thing, it might taste better cooked.” “Shall I roast her for you?” Alexandria asked Gutenberg. To even reach the man, he’d have to abandon all of his friends, leave them behind, sacrifice them for the greater good.Įxcept he couldn’t, not this time. Owen would face Nobody, but he’d do it alone.
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