CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Chris’s body felt very strange after stepping through the time portal, like his shoes were suddenly made of lead. It was a peculiar feeling but it paled in comparison to the elation he felt looking at the expression on Oliver’s face. That was priceless. All the pain he’d gone through in Mistress Obsidian’s office had been worth it just for this moment.
“What’s this?” Malcolm said, nodding to the group of peasants standing behind Oliver brandishing weapons. “The welcoming committee?”
Chris heard a smattering of laughter come from the Obsidian students. He gritted his teeth. He didn’t want them looking to Malcolm as leader. He wanted to command them. He’d have to show off his strength in order to take his rightful place as boss.
“What’s going on?” Oliver stammered. “
