He’d found a bottle of dragonfire tucked under the cushions near the divider between us and Ingo, and he’d sampled it several times. “Just to make sure it’s all right.” It was all right enough that it had him nodding off there in the middle of the day, the ends of his hair standing up with the magical energy he had crackling through him from the dragonfire. I felt tempted to take a belt of the stuff myself, despite the fact it was illegal, but I held off for two reasons. First, I had a reasonable expectation that Yabair would find me sooner or later, and I had no desire to have dragonfire on my breath when that happened. He would already have enough reasons to haul me in. I didn’t want to give him a legitimate one on top of all that. Second, if I was going to deal with the wizards at the Academy, I’d need all my wits about me. While the dragonfire might amplify my magical mojo, it would also cloud my judgment. Give the circumstances I was about to throw myself into, I didn’t see that as a wise trade-off. Ingo brought me to the main courtyard of the Academy, right at the very end of Wizards Way, high up atop the rocky promontory that stabbed out over the Village at an improbable angle that had made me steer clear of the part of town under it more than once.
