Freya
Bell isn’t by my side when I wake up. He is standing in the middle of the room in front of a large full-body mirror that wasn’t there before. Did he summon it? I watch him summon a suit out of nowhere and admire his own reflection.
“I didn’t know you had the ability to create things out of thin air,” I say in a soft tone. I’m not entirely sure where we stand right now, so I’m careful.
“I don’t,” comes his response. “I have a private pocket dimension from where I summon items. You can keep the mirror, by the way. You need it.”
“I need it?” I question. “That’s rude!”
He shrugs and turns around, smirking evilly. “I’m just being honest. Sometimes, you show up to class with unbrushed hair or toothpaste on your face.”
“And here I thought you were starting to be nice,” I quip, rolli
