DAMIAN
"And why can't you ever give me any practical advice?" I snapped at Anton.
He opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again. "How on earth am I supposed to do that if you haven't told me what the problem is yet. I'm not a wizard. Neither am I a mind reader."
After a moment's reflection, I realized that Anton was actually right. I hadn't told him anything yet. All I had told him was that I was on the verge of loosing it. I took it for granted that everyone knew my problem. How could they not when I wore it like a batch, day in and day out? I forced myself to stop drumming on the table. To keep them still, I laced my fingers together.
"The problem is Amelia," I began. “She’s driving me crazy and trust me, I’ve seen all kind of crazy.”
"Aaah. I should have known. She seems to be the
