*Jonas*
It is my fiercest desire to avoid Typhon for the next fifteen years, but as luck will have it, I quite literally bump into him the following morning. Unfortunately for the sake of my dignity, this ‘bump’ involves me spilling about a half-dozen rather thick books onto the floor, several of which hit Typhon's legs and feet on the way down.
He howls in pain, and I want nothing more than to howl in embarrassment, but instead I just mumble my apologies and drop to the carpet so that I can gather my books. At least that way he won’t see the bright blush that is staining my cheeks.
‘We can’t avoid him forever,’ Cana points out.
‘I can try,’ I mumble in return.
“I thought you were limiting your redecorating endeavors to the library.” He says. “What the devil are you doing
