“Are you nuts?! No way! You are not the heir and you are not getting the key!” Michael got upset and with each word he was jumping up as if a pot was releasing the steam by lifting the lid.
“I am Ariadne Anabelle Garde. I am the older sister of Icarus Lewis Garde. Michael, if you are truly devoted to the family and you have been protecting the secret for centuries, you should know what this means! Let me on the key’s secret, or else - James will be here within a matter of days. Icarus won’t stand a chance against him nor any of his people. You want to stay here and wait for your doom?! In the name of the family of Gardes, I am asking you for the second time. Archivist! Give me the KEY!” She was spelling each of the words separately. I was only standing there, speechless. Michael was also
