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back to his larger form so that Isaia would be able to hear him.
    "That's not fair!" Amantea crossed his arms and scowled down at Isaia. "I don't want to be here."
    "Too bad," Isaia said. "I don't trust you won't get yourself in worse trouble if I let you go."
    "That's not your problem," Amantea said. Could Isaia get up to the rafters? Amantea didn't see how, short of Isaia shifting... which was possible, given the space in the house.
    "It is if you warn Naldo I'm coming for him," Isaia said. "You'll stay here. I'll let you out in a few days and you can go home then. You're not going to convince me to let you leave, so you might as well make yourself at home."
    He turned away from Amantea, and Amantea made a rude gesture at his back. It wasn't fair. He was tempted to throw himself into a portal and hope it took him somewhere nonfatal... but he could set up a proper portal after Isaia left, which would get him to the town where Naldo was far quicker than Isaia could walk.
    Shifting back down to his smaller form, Amantea scouted out the rafters for a solid, quiet corner, and settled in. Tomorrow would be better. He'd lose Naldo in a pocket world, and Forthingworth too, and then everything could go back to normal.

CHAPTER TWO
    Amantea woke to the sound of Isaia banging around below him. He nearly tumbled from the rafter he'd fallen asleep on, startled by the sudden, unexpected noise. Steadying himself, Amantea peeked over the edge of the rafters, watching blearily as Isaia threw the contents of a chest across the floor. What he was in search of, Amantea didn't know, but he didn't find it if the way he threw the chest after the contents was any indication.
    He was naked again, Amantea's sleepy brain processed, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't look his fill. If Isaia cared about his nakedness, he'd be dressed, and he most certainly wasn't paying Amantea any mind, so it wasn't as though Amantea would get caught.
    Amantea might be young—not that he'd admit that to Isaia—but he wasn't young enough he couldn't appreciate a fine body when he saw one. Isaia was bigger than him, even in their comparably-sized forms. He had fine muscles, thick thighs, and a firm ass. His arms were near as thick as his thighs, and his chest and stomach looked as though they could break a rock were it thrown at him. His skin was dotted with scales, and Amantea wouldn't mind the chance to follow their paths, find out how soft they were, whether they were textured.
    Isaia looked up then, and Amantea retreated back to the rafter. He wasn't going to deign to talk to Isaia until the jerk let him leave. He wasn't a child. He could help catch Naldo. Once Isaia was gone, Amantea would find a way to make a portal to take him to the little town where Naldo was. He'd get there way ahead of Isaia and throw Naldo through a portal and hope it took him to the other side of the world.
    And then do the same to Forthwithington.
    "Flit!" Isaia yelled.
    Amantea crossed his arms and didn't move. Was that childish? Amantea didn't want to prove to Isaia that he was too young to do things on his own... But Isaia would see that when Amantea took care of Naldo.
    Isaia growled, and Amantea hoped that Isaia didn't have any way to get up to the rafters. He heard several stomping steps, and then Isaia yelled up at him again. "I'm leaving! I'll be back in a few days. Feed yourself. I don't want a dead flit in my house when I get back."
    Amantea bit his tongue to keep from replying. Isaia was quiet for a long moment, and curiosity gnawed at Amantea. What was he doing? Was he watching the rafters for any sign of Amantea? Waiting for a response?
    Finally, after what seemed like an age, Isaia growled again, sounding frustrated. That was his own fault, though. The door opened, and then slammed shut. Amantea didn't move. The magic seal around the house hadn't changed at all. Did it keep Isaia in? Or just Amantea?
    After a minute of silence, Amantea poked his head over the side of the