#Chapter92
Imogen
Astral and I made a huge pentagram on the grass with salt. Luckily, it was a clear day today, only a soft breeze so our precious salt wasn't sent skittering away. The sky was clear as the sun shone brightly down on us. Tobias watched us on his perfect lawn with not a blade of grass out of place. It was't going to stay that way for long.
/"You know I only just repaired the grass from you last time you destroyed it, and now you're mixing salt in it,/" he whined.
/"For someone as dominant and intimidating as you, I never pictured you being a green thumb when I met you,/" I retorted.
/"I just like my lawn and gardens looking nice, nothing wrong with wanting nice grass./"
I shook my head at before before I heard multiple cars driving down the driveway. Looking up, five cars drove toward the house before stopping out front.
