Chapter 68

Julian looked him up and down. “Oh, it is.”

“If you don’t want the camel, Amber, I’ll take him,” Christian said, petting the animal’s shoulder.

Lyle snorted. “I would pay to see Uncle Eddie’s face…”

“You win,” Amber gasped, wiping tears. “You win. You can have Rafi.”

“On the off chance,” Julian said, “that my lady does not have room for the camel at her home, she may find this an acceptable substitute.” The prop sword at his belt, Rafi realized, had been joined by a second sheath, and he pulled from it a long, burnished, definitely-not-a-prop length of steel.

“Okay, now we’re talking,” Amber said, taking the sword with a gleam of avarice in her eyes. “I definitely have room for this at home.”

Rafi threw up his hands. “What is it with lesbians and swords?”

“How else am I supposed to fight a dragon and win me a princess, huh?”