Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Dimitar’s head and find out all that stuff about the cure for the
plague.”
“I still can’t believe you were able to breach my father’s mind,” Ro
muttered. “Or that he let you live.”
“He didn’t let us live,” Fitz argued. “We—”
He stopped himself, like he’d realized it probably wasn’t the best
idea to remind Ro about their dramatic escape, given the death and
destruction they’d left in their wake. There’d been bigger, darker
forces at play that day—and Ro seemed to understand that. But it was
still the kind of subject that needed to be handled delicately.
“I’ll let that go,” Ro told him, “if you tell me what it was like in my
father’s head.”
Fitz let out a relieved breath. “Fluffy.”
“Like sinking into a giant marshmallow covered in feathers,”
Sophie agreed.
Ro choked on her laugh. “Okay, I need to figure out how to
blackmail him with that.”
“Maybe you can get him to reassign Bo,” Sophie suggested.
“Yeah, that’s never going to happen. Once my father gets an idea in
his head, he can’t let it go.”
“What kind of idea?” Keefe asked. “The kind that involves
smooching and weddings and little baby prince and princess BoRos?”
“Dude, she is seriously going to stab you,” Fitz warned.
“No, I’m thinking I’ll tunnel us deep underground and leave him in
a dark little hole for a few days,” Ro corrected. “Just him and some of
my favorite bacteria.”
“Sounds like the perfect place to add more verses to The Ballad of Bo
and Ro,” Keefe noted.