Before Andrev could call after Kana and protest that he didn’t know the song, Rastaban appeared at his side.
“I saw you watching me earlier.” Rastaban’s tone was easy, casual.
Andrev swallowed hard. “You were working. I was distracted. I apologize.”
“No need to apologize, lad.” Rastaban grinned. “Our kind should stick together, hm?” And he opened his fist, showed the shining silver coin that spun in midair over his palm.
“What do you mean ‘our kind’?” Andrev asked warily.
“Oh, I don’t have horns like you have, but I have magic of my own. You should learn of yours."
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