“Well, that was smooth.”
Cal could be such an ass. I’d like to see him cast an elaborate spell while floating on a goddam inflatable paddleboard in the pouring rain.
“I didn’t miss by much,” I said.
He looked to me and then to the shore.
“This feels like one of those times when a little is a lot,” he said.
Fair point. Still, it stung.
“Are you gonna rub salt in the wound or help me fix it?” I asked.
“You’re in luck,” he said. “My calendar is free tonight.”
Good, I thought. I really hate slaughtering zombies alone.