CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The door opened and Buna stuck her head inside where she scowled at us. “Why are you talking about my lovelies?”
Ros stood and smiled at her. “We were just wondering if you could lend us some of your owls. We need to get as far away as possible from Mavros without being spotted.”
Buna slipped inside and wrinkled her nose. “You’ve gotten into trouble again with that Black dragon, haven’t you? That’s what all the ruckus was at the barrier, wasn’t it?”
He sheepishly smiled at her. “You have me there-”
“It’s because of me,” I spoke up as I stared down into the bowl of mash. “He was saving me from the Black dragon.”
Buna studied me for a long moment before she closed her eyes and sighed. “What an old fool I’m becoming…”
Ros’ eyes lit up. “Then you’ll lend us
