'I can barely remember the last time we were here.'
I frowned at Asher. 'You can't remember all the fighting we had to do to stay alive or all the gore we had to witness? Seriously?'
He shook his head. 'I'll never forget that; I meant it feels like a lifetime ago when we were here last, preparing to step through a portal to 'nowhere.'
'That was a bold move, wasn't it?'
'More like insane-' A Runeball suddenly struck Asher in the chest and knocked him over the row of stadium seats behind.
'Mom?' I didn't know whether to laugh or applaud; her pass had been far more forceful than any I'd ever thrown.
'Get down here and join us.' Falcrest yelled, her voice echoing around the stadium.
I picked Asher up as he latched onto the Runeball, then flew him to the pitch. 'There you go.'
Asher laughed. 'I thought you were going for the ball.'
'No,' I replied. 'I'd rather beat you on the field where it matters.'
