#Chapter20-02
"If I did," he said, plucking the thing up, placing it where it belonged, "I wouldn't sell one to you."
"Why not?" I protested. It came out more whiny than I anticipated. Loud enough for cardigan lady to look up. She eyed me up, her eyes raking me up and down. I shot her a dirty look, lip curling in response. I f*****g hated old people.
"Because I have a feeling that if I did give you one, I would be waking up with unexplained back pain and broken legs."
I smirked at that. "You think so lowly of me, wonder boy?"
Quirking a brow at the nickname, the freak only nodded.
"Fine. Got any spells to give somebody magical STD's? If I give Blake crabs, I could probably convince my brother to break up with him."
But then again, Blake would have probably been able to convince him
