And it was working.
Nothing was on me. My cloth was clean. So why on earth are these people still looking at me?
"I see you're very stubborn."
I rose my gaze and saw Ian looking at me with a smirk on his face. He then rubbed his cheek with a palm.
"You remind me of an old friend of mine. He was really stubborn like you. Until..." His smirk dropped and he faked a smile. "never mind. This way."
He strode to another castle but this one was smaller than the other. Gargoyles made of stone were mounted on its roof. The entrance was a huge double door that had a golden handle. Ian pushed it open and we entered, the lobby first in view.
People in the same jacket as mine strode along the black tiled lobby. Some carried books in their hands, while some gisted and laughed. A pretty light skinne
