Chapter 48

They frowned at me. "Zed?"

"That was out of line, sorry." I said.

"You bumbling baboon."

"It's buffoon."

"I know that."

"oh my god Zack, you're going to blow our cover." Mort said frowning.

I brushed dust off my hair and they stepped out murmuring while I set Beck's easel down. More points for messing up again. I did a double take on the canvas. He had a painting of my mom, she was in a white toga, her shiny blond hair drifted, with her hand was on her shoulder, her eyes closed with a slightly dreamy, sad expression, the rest of her body was going up in smoke in the wind, her arm were bones. Her body seemed like they would be consumed in the flames like candlelight. I sighed and put it back to the other canvases. The reason I wouldn't run into danger unless I was prepared.

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Gwen's POV

When I was 8, I had a bright childhood, I wanted to enlist in the military. My parents were Mayne and Arwatt Joowke. I know my name sounds ridiculous. They were accountants. I didn't think about