After only almost two days of not being able to go out because Dan won’t let me, I decided to start reading the books that I haven’t got the chance to read since I bought them and now I’m almost finished with the first one.
Dan was out and I’m alone with my left leg still in a cast because my knee bone was dislocated from the impact of my being thrown to a wall, my knee was hit by the heavy wooden desk. Imagine that. No wonder it was so painful. It would have been worse had there was no person such as Magnus Bane who can do magic—err, spells. My knee’s healing faster than how it normally should.
Yesterday, Rae and Amy and I had a talk. I told them about my plan of going back to Manhattan with Dan. Last night, I told Dan my decision. He was both sorry and thrilled; I told him to choose the latter. Luke told me through a phone call that they still can’t figure out what the demons want with me but they’re convinced that it’s not me they’re after, it’s Simon. I asked why. Luke said it might have to do with him killing their master during the last war.
The war…yes, the one that killed Isabelle.
Luke said he’s completely convinced it doesn’t have to do with me. Simon is, too. They just need to look for more evidences. That means I still need to leave.
I got up slowly as my doorbell rang. “Who is it?” I yelled, just to make sure it’s not another demon. Not that it would yell back that it’s a demon, that’s pathetic. Why did I even think about that in the first place?
“It’s Simon,” he answered.
Oh, so not a demon, but the devil himself. The moment I reached the door, I opened it and sure enough, Simon was there. “Hi,” I greeted. “Come in.”
I stepped—or rather, limped away as he entered my apartment. He looked down at my legs. “Does it still hurt?” he asked.
“Of course it still does, I’m only human.”
Simon chuckled under his breath. “Sorry. Here,” he extended his arm, “lean on me. Or I could carry you to the couch. Just ask.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “How very gentlemanly of you but no thanks. I can limp,” I said and started doing it.
I heard him groan behind me and before I knew it, I was in his arms. He effortlessly carried me and gently put me down the couch before sitting close next to me. “Saves you the time,” he said.
I frowned at him. “Who are you? Where’s the grumpy Simon I know?”
“He is still right here and is going to talk to you about it,” he answered.
Oh. “Well then, start talking.”
He let out a breath. “Okay, for a start, we’re lucky there were only two of your neighbours who had been around during the attack. And they’re the old—”
“Mr. and Mrs. Doyle,” I finished for him. “Are they okay?” Dan told me this one already but I want to be sure.
Simon nodded. “Magnus did some tricks to them. Sort of made them forget about what they saw and heard.”
Thank God, I thought. I wasn’t particularly excited to have to explain to my neighbours about the mess. So yay for Magnus Bane, my life saver.
