“Nice necklace, a Birthday present?” Dakot asked me as the red teardrop pendant sparkled.
“Thanks, it was a Christmas present. My mother gifted me,” I replied and touched the necklace.
“Nice! So why do you want to get rid of this clock?” Dakot asked me again.
“Didn’t I tell you not to ask me unless you got rid of it? I replied and paused.
There was no harm in telling him that the clock was actually a portal through which I had entered but then I wasn’t sure if he would agree to dispose it once he knew what it was.
“Well, if it means so much to you than you could as well dispose it off with your sword,” he glanced at me.
“I want to dispose it not destroy it and a speaking about the sword then I’m not an expert in handling it,” I frowned and rested my head on the window.
“Don’t mind
