Chapter Thirteen
“No, not likes that,” Roam said in exasperation. “You’s doing it wrongs.”
“No’s we aren’t,” Jade grumbled, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. “We’s going to go makes our own booby-traps. You’s are too complicated.”
“That means they’s too hard,” Amber informed him.
“I’s knows what it means. My mommy and daddy uses big words, too,” Roam growled, pulling on the short jump rope. “I’s need more buckets.”
“We’s going to go gets Mommy’s old cloner to make stuff,” Jade said, turning.
“Don’t lets the grown-ups sees you,” Zohar replied, balancing one of Jade and Amber’s buckets of minions above the entrance to the library. “Moves me that way, Goldie.”
The golden symbiot slid to the left a few inches and stopped. All around the castle, the small teams of dragonling
