“So what are you going to do with me?” asked Illyria and I did not bother answering her question. I did not want to show her that I did not know anything about what I had to do but I knew this that at first I had to come to know that this was all about. And why did she think that it was fine to do all this without even bothering to get to know me or considering me to be the means to an end.
“Why don’t we come to that later on Illyria? But at first just tell me what is this all about?” I sat back on my haunches to find that the electric tingling I felt whenever my bare feet touched the soil was back again.
“What can I say? I guess I am a bad egg…” said Illyria with a wistful sigh and at that precise moment I had the feeling that I wanted to stick my hand in her face and knock her teeth ou
