CHAPTER ELEVEN
Four years ago …
Simon and I reappeared in the living room of my apartment. As soon as we did, I fell to my hands and knees, panting and sweating hard as I tried to catch my breath.
“I said I was sorry,” said Simon, appearing in front of me like a ghost. “I just thought you would be better at reading my actions than you were.”
I raised my head to look at Simon in disbelief. “How was I supposed to know you were going to blow up that fake Mana? Or that fake Mana was flammable at all?”
“Sorry,” said Simon. “I was desperate. And I mean, hey, it worked. We got away.”
“And blew up half the pond in the process,” I said. “We’re lucky there weren’t any amages out there tonight. Otherwise, we could have gotten in trouble for breaking the Law of Secrecy and have the Government on
