“So you’d rather help Uncle Martin than be my familiar?”
“Like you really want me to do that now? You don’t think I trust you.”
“Trust is always a work in progress.”
Leaning back in his chair, Rowan shook his head. “I’m going to start calling you yo-yo for all this back and forth.”
“Me? You’re the one who keeps changing his mind. ‘Oh, I can’t be his familiar.’ ‘Oh, I think he’s hot. I don’t want to walk away from that—2rsquo;qrdquo;
“That wasn’t why—2rdquo;
“And now you’re back to being too chicken to leave the estate.” He took a big bite of his sandwich, his appetite returning. “Will does just fine without a familiar. I don’t need one either.”