"…I've said something dumb again, haven't I?" The moment the words left my mouth, the silence was deafening.
And then, everyone turned to stare at me.
Like, everyone.
Not one or two folks.
Not a casual glance.
I mean full-blown, soul-piercing stares from all sides like I'd just announced I thought that the moon was fake or something.
Even Pixie, the soft-spoken snowy-haired fairy of death, blinked at me like I'd grown gills.
Lucas's face was stone-cold, as usual but his eye twitched.
I saw it. The corner of his lips pulled up like his body was fighting between laughing and drop-kicking me.
And then, from the very back of the bench row, Dario stood up with the drama of a man about to deliver Shakespeare in the park.
