Benen didn’t escape George or his questions. Bethann left immediately, but Benen was stuck answering for himself, and then, once his story was done, his apologies for the window made, he had to assure George he didn’t hate the man’s strong wakeleaf tea.
“I would have drank it if I hadn’t been sucked into the damned maze orb,” he said, and George eyed him like he didn’t completely believe that, but he let Benen go. It was so late Benen had the cab driver stop before they reached the docks, near a restaurant for a bite to eat.
“I can’t pay for this,” said Evander, frowning as the cab drove away.
“I will,” said Benen.
They were exhausted. Neither of them said anything as they ate, too worn out from the maze, the ordeal with Alasdair. By the time Benen had finished, everything had caught u
