"What were you thinking?" Minister Addersworth was asking, "Running away from Malachi like that, huh, young Lady Chazaklev? Don't you realize the dangers you have subjected yourself to when you ventured out all on your own? You could have been taken by the enemies! Worse, you could have been killed!" His face was flushed with red, bringing color to his otherwise pale skin. Several creases lined his forehead and an angry vein throbbed on his temple. The dark insulated leather gear that he wore brought out the bright blue color of his eyes as he gawked at me.
I was getting tired of seeing his New York Sanctum office. Everything looked the same. The table, the walls, the chairs, even the dust gathering on the surfaces of the books on his shelves were the same. Like a high schooler sent to d
