Right, because sitting around a bonfire with a total—and possibly psychotic—stranger, was always a good idea. Then again, Jordan had proved to be immune to the charring of fire, and he was rather good at defending himself, so should things turn sour, he felt he’d be alright.
❝ Alright, then. Impress me, David Copperfield. ❞
♞—⊱ His lips twitched into a smug smile and he said nothing to the retort that he did not understand. “Very well.” His eyes flashed a brilliant gold and they were pulled into the darkness of the setting sun. “Just like that, as y'can see.” The fire burst between them again and he raised an eyebrow. "Name’s Leo, by the by, not David.“
