My sass returned immediately, because I can't let him intimidate me, not even now. "Are you scared, Chubby?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He narrowed his shadowed eyes at me, and I swear, his aura made the waves shiver. "Do I look scared?" he growled.
"You are scared."
I smirked.
"No, master. I'm scared the ocean isn't ready for your fart Qi."
Even I had to pause and admire the logic of that. He had a point. Henry and Joff muttered something under their breaths about "never underestimating her." Coffi simply rolled her eyes but nodded in agreement, which in her language meant: Don't die, or I'll personally haunt you.
We rowed closer to the iceberg, which loomed above us like an unholy glacier of dreams, nightmares, and very expensive treasures. Its surface sparkled in the sunlight, but that sparkle wasn't pretty—it was malicious, as if the ice itself was judging every soul daring to approach.
And then we reached it.
