So, has everyone understood the severity of our newest enemies?" Xavier asked, after giving the other novice mystics a brief but detailed lecture on Grudelings, the unopposed banshees of the spiritual realm.
Min-Ho glanced down at the notepad in his hand. "We have to think of only stuff that makes us happy from now on, right? That should be easy enough. I have loads of those to pick from." He considered Declan. "Him, I'm not so sure. No offence, but you don't seem like the kind who had a happy childhood."
"How do people with happy childhoods behave?" Sapphire wanted to know.
"They smile more and don't send needles running down your spine whenever you look them in the eyes."
They all looked at Declan. Min-Ho's words summed up the enigma also known as Cold boy.
Declan, concluding that their concern didn't deserve any reception, started up the wide steps leading to the stone patio of the tavern.
Min-Ho shrugged. "At least he didn't take my head off."
