“You know that all you have to do is say the word and I’ll send Ms. Firewalt’s plan to hell and go with you into the school, right?” said Kendra as we stood in the morning light, watching the walls of Firewalt.
“I know,” I replied, giving her an appreciative nod, “but it will be best if we don’t get Ms. Firewalt mad. She can be a real dragon, believe me.”
Kendra had to follow me out from the cottage to the wall because Victoria was still too busy being angry at Francesca and Oliver to care, Stan had gone back to hating my guts because of my intimidating ‘perfect’ nature, and the duo- that means Oliver and Francesca- had stayed up all night making a list of those that would be most useful in the war and were too tired to see me off.
“Can you do me a favor, Kendra?” I asked as I handed he
