Chapter Twenty
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
– William Blake
A number of things happened at once then. About half the class erupted into a cacophony as some tried swarming IH for an autograph and the other half started yelling obscenities at him, having just overheard our conversation that he was an evil d**k who sold out my friends.
"Aw hell," Ashton muttered as IH teleported away from the screaming classmates and directly in front of Ciaran, "s**t just got real."
Grabbing a fistful of Ciaran's V-neck and tugging him up until the two were face level, IH seethed, "you and I need to have a serious talk about the bro code."
"What's up Twinkle Toes?" Ciaran smiled a lazy grin and shot Dresden a look like can you believe this guy? Meanwhile, all I could
