I’d surprised the hell out of him. “It’s possible I owe you an apology,” he said. “Do tell?” “I might have underestimated you slightly.” He walked toward me carrying a glass of ice water, a long straw already in place. “Here. I’m sure the lingering taste of the chloroform isn’t pleasant.” He bent and held the straw to my lips. I closed them firmly and shook my head. “No?” He straightened. “Sure? I realize you’re embarrassed by your eminent defeat but wounded pride’s no reason to be uncomfortable.” I laughed. “Embarrassed? No. Cautious. God only knows what’s in that water. Eye of newt and tongue of toad. Or knock-out drops. I’d rather keep the cotton mouth, thank you.” He shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’ll go continue my preparations for Magic Man’s arrival then. Wouldn’t want him to feel unwelcome.” He turned back toward the door. As he walked a kaleidoscope of shifting scenes and places flashed through my brain at high speed, flying backward in time.
What do You think about War-N-Wit, Inc. – Resurrection?
