#Chapter12
---The wall is a pretty good company-01
You know what I hate?
Well if you don’t count the times when Jett promises me pancakes and then he disappears for a week, of course.
Minus that, I hate it when people fail to explain the situation. Take that magician for example. He told me he knew what was up with me and Knox and then spent hours to explain it because he was an idiot.
The same goes for Ophelia. She is beating around the bush and I hate it. You’re an Ancient. Why thank you lady, that explains everything.
I don’t even look that old. I’m pretty sure I’m still freaking sixteen and not sixty.
If it wasn’t enough for the situation to be super awkward because no one was talking, a small blue bird flew in the room through the window, chirping and all and it landed on Ophelia’s shoulder. She didn’t take her eyes off me, still glaring, but her expressions changed like she was getting bad news.
