Henry stood behind me holding a second cup of coffee like a priest holding holy water. His entire soul vibrated with fear. "Please… have mercy on the beans…"
But I stepped forward anyway. "Here, baby. Caffeine makes people less murdery."
A lie. But whatever. Negotiation requires confidence.
The wyvern slowly lowered one head. Its huge nostrils flared.
It sniffed the coffee. Both heads turned toward me—
—then toward the cup—
—and back at me—
—and then…
FWOOSH.
It roasted the cup of coffee into ash. Not even dramatic roasting.
Just point-blank instant annihilation.
Henry made the saddest sound known to mankind. "MY COFFEE—MY LAST BEANS—MY REASON FOR LIVING—" He fell to his knees.
Meanwhile the elves saluted the burning pile like it was the funeral of a fallen hero.
Coffi glared at the wyvern like it had insulted her entire bloodline.
Sir Jin closed his eyes and whispered, "Rest in peace, soldier."
Sir Alex just face-palmed so hard he almost knocked himself unconscious.
