Chapter 32)The Tea

Silence and tension you could cut with a knife filled the air. Along with Wolfie's icy chill, of course. Happy stood looking between us like a child watching his parents have an argument. And Wolfie stood looking down at me like he was going to squash me under his massive shoe. "Explain," he barked shortly, his voice leaving no room for argument. Hm, explain. Explain which part? The part where I cut my skin open without blinking an eye? Or how the poison didn't affect me as much? Or the knowing looks the three of us shared? So many things to explain. None of them pretty. None of them I feel particularly inclined to share with him. "Where did that dagger come from?" He gritted out slowly. "And how are you so familiar with it that you're immune to it's poison?" Oh. He wants that explanation. . . Well. . . Um. My throat started tightening, so I just looked away from him, not a