*Mika*

While all of these questions I had toward Percival were interesting, they would have to wait. I suspected he was avoiding me, but I had no idea why. At the moment, I was out in the backyard, staring down a pile of bones and concentrating. In my hand was a bottle of blue liquid, something I tilted my head back and downed quickly. Percival’s state had been horrible in the woods, and I was done sitting around, letting this happen. Reginald had explained the situation to me ...