"Bucking the Chancellor's orders seems like a great way to get me sci-fied into some strange Catalystic experiment and kickstart a worldwide apocalypse." I eye Logan warily. "No offense to your 'fuck everything' attitude, but I've seen enough movies to know what happens when the special girl skips magic school."
He stares at me for an uncomfortably long minute, his expression somewhere between confused and amused. His head tilts slightly.
"Strange. The glamour shouldn't be affecting your brain."
I smack his shoulder, hard. "Asshole."
He chuckles.
But the light moment doesn't last. His arms tighten around me as his expression sobers.
"I'll explain it to the Conclave. If you're arrested, it's the Conclave who loses out—you'll be vulnerable to..."
A pause. Just the smallest hesitation.
"...dragons."
