Chapter 43: Anxiety

"Are you crazy?" Milo pretended not to hear, slouching on the seat as Odette speaks. "Didn't you say you'd never tell a soul?"

"I wanted them to think."

"Milo, you're getting us in trouble!"

"Relax. Lorien won't suspect a thing, she'll believe whatever Tybalt will say at this time."

"How can you be so confident?"

Milo shoots her a glance. "Because that's how she is."

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"Where are we?"

The door slams shut. Tybalt walking towards the entrance, hands inside the pockets of his jeans before looking over his shoulder. "Come on, it'll be fun." he chuckles, extending a hand as I take it with a smile.

It was a skating rink. It was freezing, yet Tybalt seems unbothered, untying his shoe laces and then putting on the ones meant for this place. The second he was done, he helped me with mine.

"Take this." A blue thick coat embraced me. Tybalt must have sensed that I am cold and thankful for it. He skates backwards, far from where I sat, then spins beautifully. He sure is different from how