“Truth – swear!” Chase placed a hand on his heart and raised three fingers. It probably wasn’t the most effective way of persuading Delyth about everything that had happened with the shop and Alejandra and the pocket watch, but lunchtimes at the academy flew past so fast that every second counted – even on a Friday – so it would have to do.
“Tomorrow, old pier, midday, show me.” Delyth grimaced and shovelled in a shrivelled green blob that Chase assumed was supposed to be a vegetable of some kind. He was about to protest about being grounded when she piped up: “Know grounded, try, I’ll wait. No come, no prob. See you then, hope.”
try“OK, thanks, I’ll try.” Chase watched as she abandoned her gross so-called lunch and headed off to class. Grounded or not, he was determined to help her. Aft
