MIRA
“Don’t look at me like that!” Derrien says, getting what I am implying from the very first second.
“But, Rien, please!” I beg him just like a child wood, “What else could we do?”
“Walk!” he groans, crossing his hands on his chest.
“That would take us a week at least! And this is all we’ve got according to Brandon!” I retort. He knows that I am right.
“Mira!” he hisses and grabs me by my arm, flames of dark magic surround us and we appear at a further distance from our friends.
“What?” I look at him in surprise. What is the problem here exactly?
“This is not how our first time should be,” he says after hesitating and pulls on the collar of his shirt as if it’s choking him.
“We already had our first time and…Oh!” I bite my lip. By our first time – does he mean the fi
