I was pretty sure Jaxson had appreciated that.
I’d also borrowed a scarf and a purse. Technically, a murse. It was real
Italian leather, and no one would know the difference.
Casey leaned over to inspect the cuffs of my shirt. “Okay, I’ve got to hear
this one.”
Laurel raised her eyebrows. “Seems like you had an interesting night.”
I leaned back. What should I even tell them? Nothing? Everything? I was
too drained to care. “I went to Italy and sneaked into a mage’s tower. I fought
a basilisk, a blood demon, another one of those noctith demon things, and the
blood sorcerer. I managed to live but didn’t catch him.”
My aunt dug into her bowl of ice cream. “My. That’s a lot for one
evening. No wonder you seem exhausted.”
Casey waggled his spoon at me. “You haven’t explained how you got the
clothes, though.”
I stared at them in disbelief. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
My aunt leaned forward. “Well, give us some details. Sounds exciting.
What were you after?”
“Whose clothes?” Casey added. “That’s what I’m most curious about.”
I pushed back from the table. “You two are mad.”
My aunt was taken aback. “What?”
“What I just told you was literally insane. Like, out-of-this-world
ridiculous. I don’t know how many times I nearly died tonight. And you act
like it was the most normal thing in the world! I know I’m in Magic Side, but
this isn’t normal, is it? Please tell me it’s not normal.”
My aunt gave me a knowing smile. “Normal? Of course not. But then
again, you’re not normal. You’re a LaSalle. And clearly, you were up to the
task, to your credit.”
I ran my hand through my hair in disbelief. “How are you not yelling at
me for running around and diving headfirst into dangers I know absolutely
nothing about?”