Chapter 20 : Elias’s Dilemma
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
Which, for a house containing a small, ex-demonic royalty with a penchant for chaos and unsolicited fire, was about as comforting as a sword left unsheathed on a toddler's play mat.
Elias stirred his tea for the third time without sipping it.
His spoon clinked gently against the chipped ceramic mug, a small sound in the otherwise hushed room. Outside, the afternoon sun poured through the windows, warm and golden. Birds chirped. Children laughed in the distance.
Inside, Elias was trying very hard not to panic.
"Okay," he said to himself, sipping his now lukewarm tea. "Let's make a list."
He reached for the journal he used whenever life felt like it was spiraling out of control. It was already half-filled with bullet points like:
Remember Rhea's favorite bread.
Don't let her talk to frogs. (Still not sure how that ended up with the mayor's pond glowing for a week.)
Remind her she cannot 'telekinetically' undress bullies, even if they started it.