Chapter Nine
"When were you going to tell me about these?" Daphne asks, tapping the top of the books Thomas left in my room.
I should get him to come pick them up. But that'll probably involve an awkward conversation about Caspian, and I don't think I'm ready for that.
"I should start locking my door," I mutter to myself. I dump my bag on the desk and take a seat on my bed. It's good to pretend I have no other choice than to end up there, instead of pretending like I'm going to sit in the desk chair Daphne is occupying.
Daphne scoffs. "Like that will stop me. I'll magic it open and get in to play with the kittens anyway."
"Then I'll take the consequences of putting some kind of charm over the door frame," I throw back. "Then you won't be able to."
"Is that a challenge, Mona Black, be
