We walked up the stairs, with Henry hanging onto me, though he let go when we took the next staircase down.
The reason was simple: everyone was lined up in the corridor beside the entrance door, ready to bid farewell.
My grandma, the staff sergeant, Ethan, the kid who had apparently woken up at some point, and Kitty.
They stood or sat there as if this was an official parade.
"You all make me nervous by being so official," I chuckled.
"You are the first to cry when nobody takes care of you." My grandmother knocked the stick in her hands against the floor.
Ethan seemed to have allowed her to have one again, or she had overpowered him and snatched a stick—being the demon queen and all.
"Are these your last words to me?" I raised my eyebrows and put my hands inside the pockets of my black jeans.
"No." She started, taking a good look at my face.
"Hands out of your pockets!" The old dragon slammed her stick against my shin.
