The Trap (The Magnificent 12 2)

What good would it be saving the world if he got home someday only to find himself in a relationship with Camaro Angianelli?

They all stepped out of Harrods onto the street.

They headed down Victoria Street, walking off the terror, walking off the ickiness, trying to get their wits together. Every now and then Mack would mutter “Camaro” in a despairing tone.

But that was a problem for another day. Maybe, Mack reflected, the Magnificent Twelve would fail, the world would be conquered, and he would never have to find a way to break up with Camaro.

For now, it seemed he would have to get to the tomb of William Blisterthöng MacGuffin. And then dig him up. Which oddly enough did not sound as frightening as dating Camaro.

As they walked, they exchanged solemn vows that they would never let themselves be caught unprepared in such a deadly mess again.

They agreed that they should instantly move on to locating MacGuffin. They agreed that once they did that, it would be time to really buckle down and learn all the Vargran they could. And really understand the enlightened puissance.

“Okay, so we’re agreed,” Mack said.

“Absolutely,” Jarrah said.

“We must find this second disk and study very hard,” Dietmar said. “We don’t know enough words.”

“And we don’t know all the rules,” Xiao said. “Why was Jarrah unable to use the spell, but it worked when Mack said it? Only by learning can we hope to survive.”

“And we have only thirty-three days left,” Mack said grimly.

But then they reached the river Thames and saw the massive Ferris wheel called the London Eye.

“Huh,” Stefan said.

“Cool, huh?” Mack said.

Dietmar said that they should very definitely buckle down and study, not go off to ride some silly Ferris wheel.

It would be very stupid to go and play when they should be learning, Xiao said.

So they blew off studying and crossed the bridge to the Ferris wheel.

Which did end up being a very, very stupid choice. But that’s another story.

The dance was not as much fun as I had hoped. Camaro had told me to wear something leather. So I wore two of the cushions from the sofa. Now I have triple detention. Also I have counseling sessions. Mack’s father told me I need to straighten up and fly right. So now I’m trying to find enough mud to make wings. I don’t want Mack to be in trouble when he gets home.