" I promised Gavin I’d be down a half hour ago.” I lean toward him and whisper. “Come get me in fifteen minutes just in case I need to be saved.”
“From whom?” Derrick flicks his wings. “Don’t tell me you’re already fighting with Kiaran after you and he had—”
“For god’s sake.” I glare at him. “Not Kiaran. Daniel. Or possibly Catherine. I still haven’t told her we’re leaving yet.”
Derrick sputters a laugh. “You haven’t . . . ? Oh, I can’t wait to see that.”
I glare at him. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Thirty. I plan to eat everything on the food tables.”
“You can eat them in ten. I’ll give you twenty-five, just in case you need to go outside and vomit it all up.”
He looks satisfied with that. “Deal. "
― Elizabeth May , The Vanishing Throne (The Falconer, #2)