“You’re going where? With who?!” Mathieu looked at me with widened eyes as his bread knife filled with butter dangled midair.
“For the fifth time, I need to do a project thing with the Prince for class later today. Don’t embarrass me, please. Thanks.” I said to him, slightly threateningly.
“If anyone could embarrass you around here, it would be you, critica. Have you ever heard of brushing your hair?” Magnus teased as he pointed to my very unruly hair.
“Shut up! I couldn’t find my hair brush so I had to compromise!” I told him before raising my fist up making sure he knew what was in store for him if he continued to annoy me.
“If you say so, Jacob Black. Even his wig looked better, honestly.” He continued to tease while Mathieu snickered at the side.
“Questo è tutto (that’s it)! S
