Zelgadiss shifted in his seat. “Fine,” he said, a bit of spite in his tone this time. “There’s something else I wanted to ask you.” He turned a hard gaze to me. “What the hell has Xelloss been doing all this time?”
“Playing chess,” Amelia replied with a snort.
“That little bastard!” Zelgadis made a fist. “Slacking off, is he? I’m not surprised!”
I gestured for them to settle down. “We’re in a public place,” I hissed. “And stop worrying about Xelloss.”
Zelgadiss and Amelia both glared at me.
I glared back. “Look, you two,” I said flatly. “Xelloss is our traveling companion. He’s not our friend, and he’s not our ally. Got it?”
Zelgadiss exhaled loudly through his nostrils. “Whatever,” he grunted.”
- Slayers, vol. 6, Vezendi’s Shadow (via drawzelgadiseverywhere)
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