CAROLINE
The world opened up in front of my eyes, and I had just enough time to scream a curse before I fell in the ocean with a very painful belly flop.
Damned old portal.
At least I'd been smart enough to enchant my backpack to be completely waterproof.
Puffing and cursing, I swam to the shore and scrambled out of the sea, certainly not in a Botticelli Venus' way.
"You look like a wet dog," Sean said, squaring me from head to toe with a smirk.
I gave him a dirty look. "And you look like a turd, thank you very much," I grumbled. "My grandad knows everything."
He paled. "When you say everything, you mean ..."
"Everything. Malcolm, my involvement with the Elite, their names ... everything. It took me two hours to convince him not to start a war right there and then," I sighed
