Acting like adults? Blake, annoyed, shot back his drink in one swallow and let the empty glass rest on his leg as he glared at Jack. This was his fault. Always questioning. Always undermining. Always trying to get under his skin. Blake had met adolescent dragons that acted more adult than the centuries old banshee.
The brandy burned all the way to Blake's stomach as he shook his head. Of course this was about the students. Jack was the one who needed to understand that.
Blake watched Jojo sit on her desk and ask him to go first. "What do I think?" There was no way he was going to say what he really thought of Jack. He snorted and dragged his hand over his beard, shooting another look at Jack. "I think Jack is an incredibly optimistic survivor. As much as he tries to make everyone think he comes from a realist and logical point of view, I think he's filled with more hope than facts. And I admire that."
Blake blinked. He glanced at Jojo, then down to the bottle on the desk, catching the small print.
No way he'd say what he thought of Jack except through the use of a truth serum. In his lap was the empty glass and the liquid still burned as the magic spread through his veins. Blake sighed. "You have got to be kidding me."