Flashback ( PDFDrive )

that Sandor had given her. “I wanted to stop by today, since I didn’t
have time yesterday, and I know it makes your imagination shift into
mega worry mode when I disappear. But Ro’s being a royal pain. She
says as soon as I set foot at Havenfield it ends our latest bet, and since
I’m assuming you haven’t gotten the dirt on Bo-Ro yet, that’s not
going to be good for me. Any chance you could get on that?”
“I can try again,” Sophie told him, cleaning something crusty off
one of the blades—which wasn’t easy to do with only one hand. “But I
doubt it’s going to work.”
“Not with that attitude! Come on, Foster—you know you’re just as
curious to hear the saga of Bo and Ro as I am! Time to put those
powers of persuasion to use! Or you could take a tiny peek inside his
head. . . .”
“Uh, you realize if he catches me, I’d end up in an ogre work camp,
right?”
“Nah, Ro would never let that happen—especially if you dug out a
couple embarrassing Bo secrets to trade with her.”
Sophie shook her head, moving on to the next throwing star. “Not
happening.”
“Fine. Then how about you use that fancy telekinesis of yours to
dangle him upside down by his ankles. Maybe threaten him with a few
of those weapons you’re cleaning until he cracks. Or—”
“Goodbye, Keefe.”
“Hang on! You’re not going to demand to know what I’ve been
doing the last couple of days?” he asked. “You’re slipping, Foster. It
almost feels like you forgot to worry about me.”
She angled her face away from the Imparter because . . . honestly?