Chapter 29

In the end, Iana couldn’t say a word about me burping in her face. It was disgusting, to be sure, but she was more bewildered than anything, completely baffled by the pink bubbles that had burst forth, popped, and vanished before her very eyes. She was clearly determined to find some kind of trickery and wasn’t about to say anything rash until she figured it out. All the way back to the carriage, Iana kept glancing at my hands and pockets.