Nas nearly spat out her drink. "Excuse me?" "Your brother," Flamel clarified, as though this were not obvious. "How old are you again?" But Flamel merely winked at her and strode away, humming to himself.
My whole body trembles. The knife prods my back. I can't die. After all this way. The staff is gone. I'm being walked to my death. How did things go downhill so fast? Pyrus is screaming and fighting the guards with no avail. Coy is still lying unconscious. My only thought is of Hugo, and how he'll here about this and blame himself. He did it all to protect us. Look how that turned out.