curse of the magi 25

“Hovsep!” Elia answered. “Why haven’t you called before?” Hovsep sighed.

“I’m sorry. I’m a dick, but that’s not important now.”

“Right, sorry. Go ahead.” Hovsep took a shaky breath.

“I need you to help me break out these captives.”

“Wizards?”

“Yes. Will you?” Elia was silent. Hovsep’s heartbeat pounded into his eardrums.

“Of course.” The answer was flat and obvious.

“Come here at 2330 hours.”

“Where?”

“You’re the wizard. You find me.”