#Chapter 42 - Present

KARIN POV “It’s all frivolous in my opinion. There are so many other things I could do with my time…” I say, mocking Ansel. “Like he’s that damn busy. I have stuff going on too. Tomorrow I have two books on the history of fire that I promised myself I would finish.” Maggie smirked as we worked together to fold Ansel’s clothes for his travels. “Of course, shame on him for not seeing the dangers of unfinished books over battling bearmen.” “You know sarcasm is said to be the lowest form of wit,” I say, turning up my nose. She nods. “I’ll make sure to remember that the next time we converse. Instead, how about we discuss the pyromania that swept the land in the 1950s?” “What really?! I haven’t gotten to that part of the—” Maggie smirks again, and I glare at her. “Rude.” “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” she said, giggling. “Anyway, I honestly do not think that Sir Ansel meant any harm. If anything, he missed the disappointment plastered all over your face.