What the…
Sylus was charging at me. I jumped down from the bed to slip under, in between, and through his legs, standing up as quickly as I could to run out of the room.
He turned on his heels, chasing after me. He couldn't be that mad, could he? Our feet thudded against the tiled floor in the dining room, where I stood on the other end of the long table that looked like one for a big family.
"Harley—"
"I put them back," I said.
"Accordingly? The way I did? No, I don't think so."
I rolled my eyes at him. "What now? You want them hung by similar colors or what? Not everyone is weird like you, Sylus."
"And that's none of your business. It's mine! Come right here because if I catch you on my own—"
"What will you do to me?" I asked. "Will you send me home?"
