Chapter 27

“Can the two of you please start talking again?” “No,” Cybele and I said in unison. After glaring at each other, we went back to eating our breakfast. Brooke sighed in dissatisfaction, poking her broccoli with her fork. At least she was allowed to have forks, I thought bitterly. Did Cybele still think that I’d stab her or something? The mere thought made me want to laugh manically at her face. “This has been going on for a week,” Brooke said, lowering her utensil on the plate....