Chapter Six
It’s not my thing
I was breathing steadily, all of a sudden, forgetting about the panic attack and the fact that I was just about to lose my mind. My hands were still shaking like crazy, but I had to focus. Maybe it was silly for me to believe that apart from me and Nicolas there wasn’t any other warden in London. Obviously, I couldn’t have been more wrong and now the warden with longish dark hair was glaring at me with anger. He was dressed in a blue shirt with a funny logo and a bunch of rainbows on the front.
“Are you saying that the Dark Ones are here too?” I asked, quickly glancing around like I was expecting one to randomly jump on me. People were walking by, some stared at me, others were in too much of a hurry to pay any attention to what was going on around them. I
