"My beloved, show me more of your memories!" Elvira pleaded, her eyes wide and sparkling like she'd just discovered a new spell. She followed behind Ben, her hands clasped behind her back, practically bouncing with excitement.
Ben, on the other hand, was doing his best to not make eye contact.
It had been a month since their fight with the Ravagers—and a week since Elvira last dove into his memories. At first, he'd actually enjoyed it. She'd gotten inspired, kept inventing useful tools and gadgets. Life was good.
Even their mobile workshop had been turned into a full-blown RV—complete with tires made from mushroom fiber, enchanted with some kind of weird alchemical elasticity.
Ben didn't know how. And, truthfully? He didn't want to know.
