Penelope's pov
The missing Bechalot has stirred many problems, and they kept getting worse. Ingar is screaming at the workers, Helia has taken the doctor to the king to have his mind examined, Huxley is on an even worse slump than when he found out his father was visiting, Remy is trying to cheer him up, Owen ran away from the house, and Weston went after him.
Yep, things are going great and wonderful. I have nothing to do with myself. We're back at Ingar's home, and she has ordered me to stay in my room. Just in case she needs me to sniff something. I am offended, because what the f**k? I'm not something you can just keep to use whenever you want. But I have learnt how to keep my mouth shut, in the past twenty nine minutes.
Only one minute less than thirty.
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