Gnomenfoot book came out, just to make sure that nothing had changed.
Too bad she hadnât actually let the forget spell infect her or whatever. That would have made things a lot easier.
In the meantime, she could go in and at least listen to Owen apologize again. That wouldnât be the worst thing in the world to sit through, at least for a few minutes. Better wrap it all up now than have to deal with him throwing her guilty looks in school or whatever, assuming heâd even care.
Besides, Owenâs mother wasnât the worst or anything, so somewhere in there Owen had to be not so bad too.
She knocked on his front door and waited for a few seconds, then knocked again. No answer. Maybe he couldnât hear her, up in his room? He was probably listening to depressing music, thinking how sad it was that heâd betrayed her like he had. That just made sense.
She tried the door, and it was still unlocked, so she pushed it open and walked in. It wasnât breaking and entering if youâd just been in a place and had stomped off, she was pretty sure.
The lights hadnât been turned on since she left, so it looked like Owen hadnât even come out of his room. That made Bethany feel even more sure about letting him apologize again. Obviously, he was upset. So upset he couldnât even bear to go downstairs.
Unless he was playing video games in his room or something.
No, he had to be upset. You couldnât just do something like heâd done and not feel horrible. No one was that heartless.
She took a deep breath, practiced a stern but forgiving face, then knocked on his door at the top of the stairs. âOwen? Itâs Bethany. I, um, forgot my book.â Yeah, that sounded like a good reason to come back. âIâm still mad, obviously. Because you were a huge jerk, and you never should have done what you did. It was like you betrayed me, Owen, you know? You promised one thing and lied. You know how messed up that is?â
She paused, waiting for a response, but didnât hear one. He probably felt too guilty.
âItâs very, very messed up,â she said, answering her own question. âSo let me have my book, and we can go back to never speaking to each other again.â There. Now that sheâd made her point, she could take the high road and let him apologize his way back into being friends with her. After a while, at least.
Feeling good about things, she opened the door to an empty room.
Empty except for the Kiel Gnomenfoot book, which was still lying open right in the middle of the floor.
He couldnât have. No way. He couldnât have gone back. It wasnât possible. Only she could jump into books, right?
Right?
She slowly picked up the Kiel Gnomenfoot book and opened it to the last page.
âGood-bye, Sebastian,â Dr. Verity said, and his gun began powering up to fire.
So it still read the same as before. But maybe it wouldnât hurt to check?
She pushed her head in, just to make sure, since it was impossible, butâ
Something slammed into her head, and the last thing she could see before everything went black was Owenâs surprised face as someone yanked her all the way into the book.
CHAPTER 10
A s Bethany slammed his bedroom door, Owen sighed, then started to go after her. This wasnât how things were supposed to go. How was he going to be best friends with Kiel Gnomenfoot now? Would anyone even know that he was the one whoâd saved the Magister if his whole saving scene hadnât made it into the book?
Plus, what about Narnia?
And there was that other small issue of, well, Bethany being hurt. Not just annoyed or irritated, but actually hurt by what heâd done. And that gave Owen a heavy feeling in the back of his shoulders, like when his mother wasnât mad, just âdisappointed.â
Stupid guilt.
âBethany,â he tried to shout after her, but for some odd reason his lips didnât
Too bad she hadnât actually let the forget spell infect her or whatever. That would have made things a lot easier.
In the meantime, she could go in and at least listen to Owen apologize again. That wouldnât be the worst thing in the world to sit through, at least for a few minutes. Better wrap it all up now than have to deal with him throwing her guilty looks in school or whatever, assuming heâd even care.
Besides, Owenâs mother wasnât the worst or anything, so somewhere in there Owen had to be not so bad too.
She knocked on his front door and waited for a few seconds, then knocked again. No answer. Maybe he couldnât hear her, up in his room? He was probably listening to depressing music, thinking how sad it was that heâd betrayed her like he had. That just made sense.
She tried the door, and it was still unlocked, so she pushed it open and walked in. It wasnât breaking and entering if youâd just been in a place and had stomped off, she was pretty sure.
The lights hadnât been turned on since she left, so it looked like Owen hadnât even come out of his room. That made Bethany feel even more sure about letting him apologize again. Obviously, he was upset. So upset he couldnât even bear to go downstairs.
Unless he was playing video games in his room or something.
No, he had to be upset. You couldnât just do something like heâd done and not feel horrible. No one was that heartless.
She took a deep breath, practiced a stern but forgiving face, then knocked on his door at the top of the stairs. âOwen? Itâs Bethany. I, um, forgot my book.â Yeah, that sounded like a good reason to come back. âIâm still mad, obviously. Because you were a huge jerk, and you never should have done what you did. It was like you betrayed me, Owen, you know? You promised one thing and lied. You know how messed up that is?â
She paused, waiting for a response, but didnât hear one. He probably felt too guilty.
âItâs very, very messed up,â she said, answering her own question. âSo let me have my book, and we can go back to never speaking to each other again.â There. Now that sheâd made her point, she could take the high road and let him apologize his way back into being friends with her. After a while, at least.
Feeling good about things, she opened the door to an empty room.
Empty except for the Kiel Gnomenfoot book, which was still lying open right in the middle of the floor.
He couldnât have. No way. He couldnât have gone back. It wasnât possible. Only she could jump into books, right?
Right?
She slowly picked up the Kiel Gnomenfoot book and opened it to the last page.
âGood-bye, Sebastian,â Dr. Verity said, and his gun began powering up to fire.
So it still read the same as before. But maybe it wouldnât hurt to check?
She pushed her head in, just to make sure, since it was impossible, butâ
Something slammed into her head, and the last thing she could see before everything went black was Owenâs surprised face as someone yanked her all the way into the book.
CHAPTER 10
A s Bethany slammed his bedroom door, Owen sighed, then started to go after her. This wasnât how things were supposed to go. How was he going to be best friends with Kiel Gnomenfoot now? Would anyone even know that he was the one whoâd saved the Magister if his whole saving scene hadnât made it into the book?
Plus, what about Narnia?
And there was that other small issue of, well, Bethany being hurt. Not just annoyed or irritated, but actually hurt by what heâd done. And that gave Owen a heavy feeling in the back of his shoulders, like when his mother wasnât mad, just âdisappointed.â
Stupid guilt.
âBethany,â he tried to shout after her, but for some odd reason his lips didnât
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