“You did? He never mentioned anything but next time I see him, I’ll have to ask,” Talia giggled.
Talia strolled into the office. It was spacious and well decorated. “How lucky am I? I mean not everyone can say they were allowed into Skye’s office.”
“No. Don’t,” Skye breathed out, a pained expression on her face. “So lucky. You and everyone else who’s come to ask about homework today. So, like, about five people. Cream of the crop.”
Closing the door behind her, she lazily threw her jacket over the armrest of the couch as to mark her spot and, once comfortably sat, turned to the girl again. “How’s your day been? Other than the panic and feeling of imminent death.”
