The Mage King's Old Flame

June 30, 3:51 am BT – 1:51 am UT, By The Truck In The Middle Of The Taklamakan Desert, China

"Really?" I said disdainfully. "You really think I won't be able to find her?"

I waved a hand, tossing the remains of the boy and the wolf aside. I turned to face Malgeysa, the iridescent barrier still between us.

She looked the same, which irked me. How was she able to keep her looks, while I looked like a damn Ghostie? Sure, I could shape-shift, but it wasn't the same as having an attractive base form.

"Irade is a smart girl," said Malgeysa, glaring at me. "Sure, she lacks motivation. But she'll find a way to avoid you. Definitely."

"Oh, so you're talking to me now?" I said, wiping some sand I noticed off my suit. "In that case, how about you tell me why you made Irade into a mage?"