I stare at her with my eyes wide open. I glance at Eros, who looks just as dumbfounded, as I am. I beg your pardon?« I ask after I finally pull myself together. The Headmistress stares at us from above, looking all high and mighty.
»You've heard me. That little story about boots, made of rare bluish leather was just another lie,« she says coldly. I already take a breath, my anger ready to burst out, when Eros covers my mouth with his hand, to prevent me from talking. Mrs Adrastea and Mrs Praxidike both send us an odd look.
»Don't pretend like you even searched properly. If you did, you wouldn't be done in one day,« he says calmly. I try to prevent him from talking, he can't afford to threaten the Headmistress again. But only muffled sounds come out, because Eros's palm is still cov
