Chapter Forty-One
Wind I, or rather, Achlys had a bad feeling as Andrew walked off with Joan. He hadn't seemed comfortable all day and yes, he did look tired but he mustn't have slept because there had been something in his mind. Something distracting him rather than accepting Achlys's deal. I just hoped that whatever it was, Joan wasn't involved. Because with every moment that passed, Achlys hatred towards my former friend seemed to expand, especially since the night before when she had seen Joan talking to Andrew. Not out of jealously, but out of fear of what she may say next. The two of them said they were heading to the library, a place Achlys rarely went to considering she now had people doing things like homework for her. Well, with all due respect, so had I at some point, but not to this level. Ac
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