Chapter 137
The day after the parade, the city still hadn't shut up.
Music drifted from every street corner. Children screamed with the kind of joy that made my eardrums beg for mercy. Someone was dancing in a fountain, wearing nothing but a victory flag and a hat shaped like a sword. I saw a trio of mages juggling fireballs while a choir of what looked like sentient raccoons sang behind them. Okay, maybe I was hallucinating the raccoons. I hadn't slept well.
But all the celebration made sense. The world hadbeen saved from extinction. That was cause enough for celebration. Or at least mild intoxication.
The morning haze hadn't even lifted when Trish found me. She stormed across the courtyard like she had a vendetta against the flagstones. I barely got a "Hey" out before she crushed me in a hug that knocked the air out of my lungs.
Then, just as quickly, she punched me in the ribs. Hard.
