CHAPTER 13
The next morning, I stuffed my face in my pillow, hiding from the sun’s bright light. Why? Why do I always end up doing things that ruin my life? How many times did I ask the wrong questions at the Court of Wizards or walk in on things I was not supposed to see? Or that time when I was so mad at one of the members, I exploded and damaged a very ancient room?
I whimpered; every inch of me felt drained. Burk had given me the day off, as the sight of me the night before had freaked him out. Poor soul, he thought the spell was too much for me to handle. I didn’t tell him what had really happened, how could I?
I threw off the blanket and got up. I needed to do something to make me stop thinking, to stop wondering about the what ifs. I tried to clean my room, but the image of the k
